Full Moon April 5, 2007

True Trail

Hash-start was on Sarah Street on the eastern edge of the south side. Moon explained the marks at chalk-talk. It was going to be a Tasmanian hash, in which there are no checks, but on on-ons and falses. Once a false is found, one must go back to the last intersection and that will be the check. Red ribbons are used: one ribbon is a on-on, two ribbons is a false. After crossing some of the alleys and streets on the flats, trail went by the mexican restaurant and up the steps on the south side slopes. Marks went below Princess Labia's house (for sale) but lead to a false. More marks went up more and more steps, but those also ended with a false. Taking side streets are steps, eventually Beer was to be found at bar at the intersection of Sterling and Mission. Sherpes showed up late, with many wondering how did he knew the new mark rules (he found Moon, the hare, and got the new rules from him). Strap-On showed up with a giant bunny rabbit strapped on his back. Sherpes used to do things like that and other plushy fetish, but he kicked the habit long time ago. The hare then was looking for a volunteer to live-hare the next leg, and handed out straws. Shortest one was going to be the live-hare. Turned out, Moon drew the shortest straw. But Sherpes and Cold Member volunteered, and the two bags of flour were handed over, and off they went, 10 minute lead. Trail went over bridge, below bridge, ice skating rink. Runners got confused on top of the steps above the ice skating ring for lack of marks in the roads nearby, but Spermit eventually figured it out and went peeking in the woods near where the quarry used to be, found marks, yelled on-on, and the pack went running again. Even being deep in the woods, the moonlight was pretty bright, and the marks where luminiscent. Marks coasted the upper edge of a rocky cliff, then lead to a crack and climbable descent. Noah went to check, but not much later, someone yelled check from ahead, and the pack was again running, coasting the cliff, into a swampy grassy clearing that got a bunch of boots wet at which many invoked "Fucking Sherpes!", then, back into the woods, uphill, more uphill, a paved trail/road in a park, a parking lot, a inhabited city block next to a fire dept house, and beer nearby. A sidewalk section had fresh cement, and a hasher footprint clearly and deeply marked. Beer and wings, the runners celebrated. Buffalo Nut, Fliker, HypnoTits, Noah, Spermit, Death Marchall, Hung Like This, Baby Spewie, Rex, Strap-On, Cold Member, and Teflon Asshole pimping. Cicled up, down downs for the hare, the co-hares, the pimps, the new geocache, the strapped-on bunny rabbit. Then, for on-in, some auto-hashed back on Teflon's vehicular contraption, and others rolled downhill the way they came up.