Hash Trash - Trail 528

Trail 528 - May 12, 2019 - Laserpuss

The day started with rain already pouring down. While any sensible person would be indoors, a small pack of not so sensible half minds gathered together at a park in Dale City to run a trail hared by our ironically fair weather harriette, Laserpuss. Besides her, the pack consisted of everything but the Kitchen Sink, Fuck Her Punch, Dyke on Joystick (a Hillbilly virgin from OTH), and two virgins, who learned about hashing from a random unnamed hotel guy. After milling about, waiting for hares away, the two virgins had second thoughts and departed, vowing to return another day.

Taint my Juicy Pie and two visitors from Bucharest, Blue Tits and Takes it Deeper, arrived shortly thereafter. Just prior to taking off to lay the trail, laserpuss laid a bombshell on the pack. Trail was cut short, so no beercheck. Hearts were broken, babies cried, old ladies fainted. Apparently, avoiding the threat of being washed away by floods is more important than fording the rapids to get to the sweet sweet beers. Sure. Laserpuss did tell the pack that there were three shotchecks, so everyone stomached their disappointment as three shot checks isn't bad.

With that, she took off and while we waited, Doctor Cockulous and Lumberscat came meandering in minutes before pack took off, making it a total of 8. Throughout the trail, the winds roared, the mudslides swept, the rivers flurried and the hills gave way as the pack slipped and tumbled through the trail, determined to take their minds off the travesty that was "no beercheck" by getting lost in the three shot checks. One by one, the group found the shots, with laser getting snared at least a couple times.

After a short 8.23 miles through the forest, across a 30 foot wide river and across two highways, the pack finally arrived at laser's place. Finally, the group rejoiced, as they could finally have beer. Harmony and joy once returned to Hillbilly land. Grown men wept tears of joy. Upon their quench of thrist, the pack departed, to return in two weeks in Manssas, for Everything but the Kitchen Sink and Red Dongs trail. Will it be wet? Will it be long? Will there be beer checks this time. No one knows. Stay tuned to find out, by showing up and gracing us with your presence!

on, on.