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Run Report: 11th December – Run Site 1, BBQ Area, Lady Denman Drive, Yarralumla, (opp. Zoo)

Hare: Handover

Canberra: Wet one week, Hot the next. There we were on the 1st run for the 49th Canberra Hash year, at the end of the 2018th Gregorian year. A very prestigious time. The 1st thing of note was the fallen-apart desk next to Handovers car. “Free to good home or nearest offer”, he said. It didn’t even look worthy as firewood. The 2nd thing of note was the campervan that was obviously set up for the night.

Hashers were arriving from all corners of Canberra, including the Historian, Greasy. Waiting. Again. Where was Whiteout? Choosing not to wait, she is quite capable of catching up, Handover pointed out the start then off we went. Going around the back of the Zoo, we ended up in the Arboretum. Plants, awesome, who doesn’t like plants? Hands Full doesn’t like them, he loves them. Sounds like a song. As the Pack battled with the heat and the hills, Hands Full was giving botanical lectures about various trees and plants. It seems his favourite is the Wollemi Pine. Whose isn’t?

The Trail went through the main building. It went in one door, but there were 2 doors that went out the other side. Maybe we chose wrong, but we eventually found an arrow. There was even a bloody stupid, insulting and revolting Drink Stop. Water! Bloody Water! It was one of those WATER drink stations that you and your dog can get a drink at. Very un-Hash behaviour. Then the bloody Trail went down the Zig-Zag path.

“I went down the middle”, said Handover, when we made it back, all hot and sweaty. Whiteout was there; I told you she would catch up. “Poppy doesn’t like the Zoo and didn’t want to visit the Arboretum”. Yeah, right. Anyway, on went the feast of Chicken Steaks, marinade in lemon and rosemary. Yes, it sounds bazaar, but turns out, quite nice to eat.

We finished up and left the traveller to stay the night in peace and quiet.

On On Washed Out

Run Report: 18th December – Fadden Pines, Bugden Avenue, Fadden

Hare: Paparazzi

Canberra: Who said it couldn’t get any hotter? That was the question being asked after the not quite as hot run last week from the 1st run for the 49th Canberra Hash year, at the end of the 2018th Gregorian year. Yep if ever lost for words just re-Hash some from the previous report.

The Hare and RA, actually listened to the morning weather forecast for late thunderstorms and decided to set off early and mark out the Trail. Although being the RA what does a weather forecast mean to him? He could have set the Trail anytime.

The Pack assembled for the 2nd run, minus some Hash from north of the lake.

Newly Baptised Hasher, Hands Full and Dingles decided to depart on time 6.27pm, leaving the late cummers to do the old catch up. The Hare was so excited he decided to join the Pack and do the run again until he was reminded that somebody had to stay back and cook the smorgasbord for our return.

Off the Pack set, round the church (sounds like the last Fadden Pines run), up to the bridge with a check. Now if I remember correctly the last run turned left under the road, so why don’t we check right and head up the hill. Bingo. From there it was all uphill. The FRB’s even decided to loiter around a check in the hope that the rest of the Pack would catch up. No such luck.

The Trail headed towards Bugden Avenue and the tree line between Fadden and Macarthur. The Pack almost dropped into Karralika for some on the spot drying out, but time was precious as we had some Vitamin B to be consumed on our return.

On our return we met the Hare and Whiteout, how far did she get? Not far at all, blame the dog was the response, it’s hot out there. No shit Sherlock we just spent an hour out there.

Shortly after, the On Sec ran in the wrong way, followed by his off spring, who managed to scoff down a couple of burgers cooked by the Hare. Just as well the Hare had catered for some extras; otherwise it could have been embarrassing. Paparazzi decided to break with tradition and cook hamburgers with pineapple and egg, everyone is used to his BBQ chicken with coleslaw on a bun.

The Pack managed to solve some of the woes of the English cricket team, even a suggestion on offering them a link to our Hash site so that they could toughen up.

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all.

On On Dingles

Run Report: 8th January – Bottom of Black Mountain Drive (where Mrs Bits tried to set fire to a tree)

Hare: Missing Bits

The inaugural 2018 run is always auspicious and full of omens for the cumming year. If you put everything together, it could mean: many tired, highly educated Hares will bridge waters and scale heights... Or, perhaps: after many twists and turns, there will be refreshments at the end.

The Hash found their way to the tree that Mrs Bits nearly burnt down, once upon a time. After the reminiscing, the Hare pointed the way and off went the Pack. With a Missing Bits run, you never get what you expect. We all thought the trail would go more or less straight up. No. Not this time. First we ran up the new Botanical Gardens Trail then, we ran alongside Parkes Way, where we found the tyre graveyard (where it seems all tyres go to die). After that, it was a twisting route over bridges to the ANU, where we ran with many, many Hares. Many more twists and turns through the ANU which lead back to the mountain... sigh.

At every check, we all thought “up”. We were wrong! Bloody Bits. The only real “up” , only went up about 5 metres, then with craftily placed arrows, immediately came back down again. Well done. We continued to pound around in the bush, twisting and turning the whole way, until we finally reached the point of no return.

As usual, Mrs Bits cooked up a treat. The best damn hamburgers you could ever eat. But the best of all, watermelon! I doubt there has ever been a more welcome, after run refreshment.

On On Handover

Run Report: 15th January – Cnr Charleston and Clive Steel Ave, Monash

Hare: Dingles

The Hash convened at Monash, the home of the Ornamental BBQs. Yes that’s right, another Run set by Dingles. With the hot weather, we weren’t expecting a long one. Dingles can’t handle the heat, which is why he works for the Public Service. Holidays must be over as almost everyone was in attendance, including Missing Bits, who spent 2 days travelling all the way from the North Side. However, something was missing and it had nothing to do with Bits.

The Hare pointed the way and the Pack took off at a hell of a pace, one which we were never going to maintain. The Run was so bright we had to wear shades. Somehow, which ever direction we were going, the bloody setting sun was always in our eyes. Even east? There were a few cheeky checks that kept us curious, they could have either be check-backs or false trails. Turns out neither each time. Every time we thought we were heading back, the trail went another way. It almost seemed like a Missing Bits run.

When we finally found our way back, we realised what was missing. The ornamental BBQs were completely gone. There wasn’t even a patch of ground to show where it used to be. Dingles made do with one of the picnic tables currently still there, cooking up traditional sausages on bread. Paparazzi helped spice it up by adding some spare bacon.

On On Handover

Run Report: 22nd January – BBQs on Himalayan Cedar Road, National Arboretum

Hare: Handover

You can take the boy out of the country but you can’t take the country out of the boy. Handover came up with a once in a lifetime Run in amongst the giant (or maybe not so big) Himalayan Cedars that must have been feeling the heat, being used to growing around the snow line in the Himalayan Mountains.

The Pack waited for Whiteout to make her appearance (following several Monday nights working) and once formalities had been completed the Pack moved out, in single file, almost like an army on manoeuvrers. Follow the zig zag path up to view the wonderful handwriting by Dorethea MacKellar disguised as something about a wide brown country. First check, no time to remanence about our childhood schooling.

Down the bitumen road and up to the big building, past the ‘little trees’ that would love to one day grow into a Himalayan Cedar. The trek up to the birds nest viewing area – Hands Full couldn’t remember a more fitting viewing area. Then it was all downhill back to the BBQ. To be met by Whiteout and her faithful companion, Poppy. Dogs being used as an excuse to short cut, not very original. Missing Bits mutt managed to make it around the 4kms.

Handover surprised the Pack with mini pancakes which were supposed to curb any hunger the Pack had. To make up for the short fall, extra beer was consumed by members of the Pack.

All up a very interesting Run through the trees, thanks Handover.

On On Dingles

Run Report: 29th January – Hake Street, Kambah

Hare: Washed Out

Washed Out the man of mystery, the Hash rejoiced in the chance to catch a glimpse of this fabled and near extinct Hash man. He only surfaces on a full blue moon.

But the event did not happen, the Trail was set before the Pack arrived and the Hare was long gone by the time they did arrive at 6.20pm. Then it was revealed that he had delegated the cooking responsibilities to White Out (the Hasher with a thousand reasons not to run) and he would remain anonymous for another run.

Off the Pack went, moving away from the trig point on Coolamon Ridge – so very unlike Washed Out. Maybe he is heading for the other trig point was the suggestion. Once again the Pack deviated at the last minute and the Trail led down into the suburbs. What a relief. Following several footpaths, past the ‘free plumbs’ sign written in chalk on the path way. Don’t do it Paparazzi, it might be a Hash trick to lure an unsuspecting Hash man into the grove never to be seen again.

The Trail started to point back toward the start and the majestic mountain overlooking the valley. The word quickly spread that there was a possibility that we may still go up to the trig – “not a chance’ was the call from Dingles and Hands Full. The Trail circumnavigated the hill and before we knew it, there was White Out, table set up, cooking sausages and onion on the ground.

So exactly who is this Washed Out, when will we get to meet him, the legend lives on.

On On Dingles

Run Report: 29th January – 1 Wybalena Grove, Cook

Hare: Missing Bits

What a show off! Most people are on their best behaviour when visitors come to town.

Richard the Turd and Tudor Rose had come to visit. For once everyone was ahead of time, except Whiteout and impatient for 6.27 to arrive. “8km and completely flat, not a hill anywhere,” is what Missing Bits said. Of course we all believed him.

We didn’t take long to end up in the bush. From there the Trail was more twisted than ever before. We went up hills; down hills; through gullies; along fire trails and game trails; the Trail even ran up a tree. At some point Whiteout managed to catch up, in spite of not running. We think it was her way of show us know how slow we are.

7.79km later, we found the home of Little Bits, to find Mrs Bits performing her usual culinary magic.

On On Handover

Run Report: 12th February – Cnr Learmonth and Athlon Drives, Kambah

Hare: Handover

Who would have guessed it, another BBQ has disappeared, the mystery continues on who is stock piling all these BBQs somewhere. Maybe there is a BBQ heaven somewhere that we don’t know about.

At least this time they have left the water tap and bins in situ, better than the vacant site now in Monash.

The Pack gathered at the new location – if the Hare was looking for somewhere to BBQ his snags he had to rethink the idea and go with plan B. Thank goodness for portable gas burners with two frying pans.

The Pack arrived to be greeted by nobody – the Hare was still out setting the Trail. Over the hills and far away he arrived back and advised the Pack that Whiteout may not be able to make it, if she did arrive it would be late.

After waiting the obligatory 5 minutes for Whiteout to arrive the Pack set off. Round the once prestigious La Trobe Park to a check that had every indication of proceeding up the hill toward the Federal Gold Club. Sure enough on on across the bridge and into the dry channel.

Round the base of the hill then the Trail ventured up and up and up. Hands Full suggested that the view was worth the walk up, Dingles with the crook knees had other adjectives available.

Of course what goes up must come down (thank goodness), the Pack motored on down to the On In and a short jog/walk back to the park to be met by Handover with the portable gas burners set up and cooking snags. Richard the Turd was very impressed with the set up.

After consuming the obligatory quantity of beer and ginger beer the Pack ventured back into civilisation. The sunset on the way home was quite spectacular.

All up a nice comfortable (for some) 4 k Trail.

On On Dingles

Run Report: 26th February – End of Hytten Place, Bruce

Hare: Richard the Turd & Tudor Rose

We gathered at Bruce for the biennial Run set by the International Hares of Mystery, all the way from Pommy Land. While we heard and watched Belco Hash running around Canberra Uni, the Hare was promising us False Trails, Checks, Two-Ways, Creeks and a Hash Vista.

Not waiting for Whiteout, the Pack took off. It seems the Hares have an inclination for inclinations. We spent more time going up than cumming down. Yes, there were checks, quite a few. There were False Trails. There was a Creek, the writing on the rock said so. And, there was a Hash Vista, a very large pile of rocks. Obviously not into geology, Haemoroyd decided climbing the rocks to get a view of Belconnen would make a nicer vista. Getting back down proved more of a challenge. The On In was the best one ever! Down and down and more down.

The Imports had obviously heard about her prowess and had Mrs Bits busy on the bbq, cooking up little boys with an onion, mushroom mix. Finally Whiteout caught up. We each ate and drank our fill, while Richard the Turd was shivering during the Australian summer.

On On Handover

Run Report: 5th March – 6 Drysdale Circuit, Kambah

Hare: Haemoroyd

How long since we ran from Drysdale Circuit in Kambah? It’s been too many beers to remember. Surprising but welcome attendees were Breaky, Too Keen, Kandoo and Tree Rooter. Barbie Tools was there too. We looked like an odd version of The Village People. There was The Construction Worker, The Ranger, The Short Short Girl, The Barbie Tools with The Fitness Buff backing singers.

Setting off we were told, “walkers to the left, jokers runners to the right”. The highlight was the... pond?... large puddle?... muddy water. The runners found the walkers with Ranger Tree Rooter leading their expedition. Inevitably, the Trail took us onto Urambi. We were waiting for it, but the Trail kept away from going to the peak.

Getting back to Drysdale, unusually cumming late, we found B2. Sausages and beer flowed, while music played every time Too Keen took a drink.

On On Handover

Run Report: 12th March – BBQs at Boundless Playground, off Wendouree Drive, Commonwealth Park

Hare: Live Hare

The Hash arrived at the Boundless Playground. It was quickly decided that a bunch of old blokes, who planned on drinking, while wearing your typical Hash shirt, might not help the Hash reputation, with all the kids around.

Chips! The theme of the Run was chips. The first edition of the chips theme was, Chips! All the way from Darwin he came to reminisce about the old days of Whiskers, Red Neck, Greasy, Fido and other legendary Hashers. Luckily today, he had us instead.

The Live Hare Run was uneventful. We ran the most obvious root. Along the lake, almost to Stage 88 and then back again.

Working up an appetite, we settled to devour, Chips! The second, third and fourth editions.

On On Handover

Run Report: 19th March – 1 Braund Place, Kambah

Hare: Whiteout

Something old; Something new; Something borrowed; Something blue. Yes, Dingles was back with 2 Brand New Knees! He bought 1 knee, teflon coated with ribbed contours for extra traction. It folds up for easy storage and you can’t even damage it with a hammer. Because he was one of the first 100 callers... he got the second one FREE! Impressive, but we were here to Run.

“I was running out of flour”, said the Hare. The Pack set a cracking pace, as we headed up. The Pack knew it was headed to Urambi Hills. At one check, “On On” was called, as is normal. The Pack followed the sparse, not easy to see arrows. It took a while to realise, that the Trail we were following was Haemoroyd’s from two weeks ago. Calling out “Lost Trail”, the Pack found their own way back.

Sausages and kebabs awaited us, Dingles had supervised the cooking and gave it his tick of approval.

On On Handover

Run Report: 26th March – Joint Solstice Run with Capital and Belco Hash, Mercure Hotel, Limestone & Ainslie Ave, Braddon

Hare: Ego

It was a Run to remember. As yours truly was getting out of his car (arriving late due to a flat battery... I swear it’s true), I was met by a horde of Hashers running towards me. Quickly locking my car, I joined the horde... Pack.

What lovely suburbs Braddon and Ainslie are. I believe we saw most of both. Throughout the Run, we came upon weird checks. They were circles, but with a number written inside them.

Apparently this number means the number of On arrows before you are On On. Then there were these fish-hook arrows with a number in the ‘eye’ of the hook. I never learned what they were for.

I wonder what Missing Bits would have made of this Run. Like his Runs, it went this way and that. It was twisted. And, it gradually went up, and up, and up, etc. After what I calculate as 7km, we hit the Kokoda Trail! No, not one in Papua New Guinea. The one on Mount Ainslie. We went all the way up. Canberra Hash represented well by being 100% in the top 6. As Queen Latrine put it, “What goes up must come down.” Yes, we did come down, all the way down, via the road this time.

We came upon one of those checks with a number again. This time the number was “26”. “You’re @$%#en kidding me”, was what I heard. Being the enlightened On Sec that I am, I called “On On” as soon as I saw my first arrow. No one objected and suddenly I had a following. Luckily, I chose right. It turned out “26” was the house number where the Drink Stop was. All the FRB’s were there, as well as some Walkers and people who actually lived there, like InCider.

Then we were at the Mecure Hotel. I swear there were more Hash here than actually Ran or Walked. We also found Sexual Education and Muscles From Brussels. There was a circle that was not shaped like a circle. There were Down-Downs. Whiteout and I had to do it... the Down-Downs that is.

On On Handover

Run Report: 1st April – Change-Over Weekend, Canberra Yacht Club, Lotus Bay, Mariner Pl, Yarralumla

Hare: Handover

Having April Fool’s Day and Day Light Savings ending on the same day is just asking for trouble. And we had a Change-Over Run. It was never going to start well.

For once, Whiteout wasn’t late. In fact she was just under an hour early! Wonder how that happened, maybe we should change the clocks every Run. Of course no one said anything, since she had an esky with a case of beer in it! For us!

The Run was quite a challenge, some of us didn’t realise there were so much trail along the lake shore. Why oh why were the checks so bloody long? Where were the ranging mountains, the gullies, the hidden arrows, the False Trails, the water crossings, even the passers-by who look at us strangely? Strange not to have even one of those on a Run.

We finally made it back to the Yacht Club, with Dingles right where we left him, guarding the beer. But not to worry, we left it just out of his reach. Then he confided that if he had any, he would either have the biggest gut ache, or vomit like no tomorrow. He couldn’t make up his mind which he’d prefer. Without any ceremony, the beer started flowing and we dined on Fish, Chips and a Scallop.

On On Washed Out

Run Report: 9th April – BBQs, Don Dunston Drive, Bonython

Hare: Whiteout

Could it be any better? It was a lovely Sunday morning and we arrived to Run at the beautiful Bonython Wetlands. Ahh. But, no one wanted to move. Eventually we dragged ourselves away from the view.

The Run took us through some familiar Bonython territory. We then crossed over into Greenway and encountered some unfamiliar landmarks. Newly constructed apartments and drained waterways is what we saw. We started to panic when the Trail took us across the bridge. We knew, there weren’t many quick ways back from that side. Hands Full looked lost. The Trail then took us through Monash and then onto, yes onto, Drakeford Drive. The Hare had taken advantage of the bike lanes, but we just hoped that nobody tripped over.

We made it back to the beautiful, picturesque Wetlands, with the outdoor equivalent of a buffet. Chicken schnitzel’s sizzling, deli cheese, tomato, some green salady thing, plus an assortment of sauces. The Pack ate well.

On On Handover

Run Report: 27th May – BBQs at Black Mountain Peninsula, Garryowen Drive, Acton

Hare: Handover

It was hard getting out of bed, I can tell you. What a cold, bleak Sunday Morning. But, as they say, “if the Hare can be bothered to Set a Run, we should be bothered to Run it”. I bloody wish I knew who said that. When we arrived there actually was some Sun shining. Even still, everyone huddled around the slightly warm (we could actually touch them) BBQs, while the Hare told us all where to go.

The Pack started off, only to find ourselves amidst the YMCA Half Marathon. Thankfully they were at the 15 – 16km mark, although some of them didn’t seem to appreciate the pace we were managing. The Trail seemed to follow the same as the YMCA along the Lake towards Acton, until we found a two-way; where one of the YMCA Run Volunteers was set. There we were, forced to stop and work out whether to go left or right, with the Volunteer trying to wave us to the left. He became a bit incensed and frantic when we ended up going right, after the “On On” was called. The Pack became a little worried when we found ourselves between the back of the ANU and the bottom of Black Mountain. However, the Trail took us through the ANU instead.

I bet Handover thought himself amusing. We crossed a Zebra crossing, no biggie. Then, 10 metres later, we crossed another Zebra crossing, then another, and another, we didn’t find it amusing, but the uni students watching did. We crossed over the creek and headed back towards the Lake and the longest “On In” I have ever seen. I swear it was 2km away from the Peninsula. And guess what? We ran into the Half Marathon again, this time running against them. We ran past the Volunteer again, giving a “thank you” as we went.

Handover had some lovely stew-like food waiting for us. Nice and hot, just how we like it.

On On Washed Out

Run Report: 17th June – BBQs at Limburg Way, Greenway

Hare: Whiteout

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That’s better. We were blessed with both Too Keen and Kandoo! The rigors and the distance they had to go through to be there perplexed, but delighted us. Didn’t stop them whinging about the cold like us southerners though. We were trying, in vain, to get warm from the bbqs, when the Hare returned from setting the Run. Our frozen brains suddenly remembered why we were there.

Off we went through the cold and wind-swept streets of Tuggeranong, then the cold and wind-swept paths of the Bonython wetlands, then... I’m sure you get the picture. We seemed to be the only ones brave ‘cough... cough’ enough to be out and about. No one was even walking their dogs. And you know how much people like to walk their dogs.

We finally made our way back, strangely not feeling much warmer than when we left. Looking forward to Dingles hot sausage, we were a bit disappointed to find them luke warm. Apparently, they had finished cooking too soon, damn it (excuse my French). Yes, I do speak some French quite fluently.

On On Handover

Run Report: 15th June – 32 Gussey St, Moncrieff

Hare: Too Keen

We journeyed to the far reaches. We had to hire some nervous looking guides to show us the way. We made our way through an eerie landscape and saw some bazaar shapes, through a thick fog.

There was what looked like the skeletal remains of buildings, from a long forgotten civilisation; we swear we saw dinosaurs, pigmy’s and the ghosts of Hashers Past. We met a strange fellow carrying a whip along the way, who said his name was Jones. Eventually we reached the destination of Too Keens abode, only Whiteout losing her way.

As we were waiting for stragglers, the fog started to lift and the Sun began to emerge. With a huge expectant Pack featuring Missing Bits and Haemorrhoid, stragglers were welcome. Whiteout found us and we were ready and making fun of Handover’s choice at wearing track pants and a jumper to run in. With the rest of the Pack shivering in the wind, off we went after Too Keen’s “keep note of the Street Signs”.

The Pack ran through the streets and alleyways of Moncrieff, featuring lots of small hills to run up and down. The only thing to whinge about, and yes, boy did we whinge, was the bloody chilling wind that seemed to come from every direction. As for the street signs; there were O'Keefe Ave, Slim Dusty Cct, Bon Scott Cres, but in the end the one we were looking for was Gussey St.

It was so pleasant to be inside out of the wind. Too Keen served some hot mince and hot potatoes, which was bloody lovely.

On On Handover

Run Report: 5th August – Purdie Street, off Haydon Drive, Bruce

Hare: Missing Bits

It was just like a Missing Bits Run, only shorter with not so much hill. With him thankfully recovering from a knee injury, he had no choice but to go easy on us. The Hash arrived to a lovely, warm, sunlit morning, both of us eager to begin.

With Missing Bits pointing out the start, off went Eye Over and I. The Trail of course went into the nearby bushlands. Sometimes we were on an actual trail, but as usual, Missing Bits made his own as well. Eye Over fell for a False Trail, but then made up for it by noticing a Check Back before we found the Check. Then of course came the bloody mountain bike trails, with all their twists and turns. Eventually, we came out the end to see the AIS, and I don’t mean the Architectural Information Services.

Usually, we can look forward to a Mrs Bits cooked meal afterwards, but this time we had to be content with whatever grub Missing Bits had on offer. The hot baked potatoes with butter and/or sour cream and the freshly cooked hamburgers with onion just seemed a bit so, so by comparison. Even after extra helpings... just to be sure.

On On Handover

Run Report: 9th September – Car park on Dryandra Street, O’Connor

Hare: Missing Bits

What a glorious morning for a run around O’Connor. Sun was shining as the Pack arrived for what we soon learned to be an 8km Run.

As you would have guessed we started up hill. The first check I thought he has to keep going up, but no, down we went. And yes we went up again at the next check. There was lots of native wildlife to keep you on guard so no one got attacked, swooped etc.... the Pack kept together well.

Back home we enjoyed great company and as always great nosh.

**No Canberra Hashers were harmed in the making of the Run. They weren’t there.

On On Too Keen

Run Report: 7th October – Yacht Club, Lotus Bay, Mariner Pl, Yarralumla

Hare: Handover

What a day for a run. The sun was shining, the gulls were cawing, and the always present cold wind was blowing at the bi-yearly Change-over Run at the Yacht Club. Missing Bits walked in holding his crotch crutch.

What can we say about the Run? We ran along the side of the lake. Then a bike path. Then into some bush. Then back to the yacht club. Awesome! You had to be there. But you weren’t.

Now came the bi-yearly Change-over Run at the Yacht Club Fish and Chips, woohoo! So fresh the fish crumbled in our hands! The scallops were hot! The chips were cooked! There were too many chips but not enough of the other stuff! Everything sentence from here will end with this!

On On Washed Out

Run Report: 15th October – BBQs at Lennox Gardens, Flynn Drive, Yarralumla

Hare: Handover

Welcome to Monday Runs! Woohoo! Yay! Poof! Pow!

Not much to tell really. The Hare returned after we had gathered... waiting. We set off on the Run and we saw Dragons! How many Hashers can say that? We crossed Commonwealth Bridge and then through the New Improved Acton Foreshore. After that we crossed the road and headed back on the other side of the bridge. Then the famous Handover special, a long On In. Woohoo! Yay! Poof! Pow!

We got back to sausages, yes. If only Sofsnag was there, he would have loved it.

On On Washed Out

Run Report: 29th October – BBQs at Lennox Gardens, Flynn Drive, Yarralumla

Hare: Handover

The Irish Club was chosen over Run Site #1 probably because of easier access to Guinness Draft, or more likely where there are stools for the oldies who can’t stand for more than 10 minutes.

The trail was set with geriatrics in mind, hence a short cut straight back to the tubs at the 4km mark. Stories began escalating about Hasher past and present, Who's still alive, who's lost their marbles or more to the point who hasn't.

The only old Hasher that seems coherent is RedNeck,

Score: Run 2/10

Guinness 10/10

On On Hemorrhoid

Run Report: 5th November – 33 Kiddle Cresent, Richardson

Hare: Paparazzi

The Hash did turn up. Finally. Most were just the obligatory late. Others were late, late, even for them. We arrived to be greeted by campervans and caravans parked on the front lawn. Thinking people must have travelled a long way to attend, we found it odd when we saw so few. Apparently they all belong to Paparazzi. One for every day of the week.

Off went the Pack with the Hare leading the way, as all good Runs should. The Hare even insisted on short-cutting. We did find the odd sight of an On In very early on. The Hare had made an error. Turns out that’s why he chose to join us. To stop us from benefitting from his mistake. From there, we wended or way around Wichardson, sorry, Richardson, through their streets and footpaths.

All Trails lead to the tubs and this one was no exception. We were all quite thirsty from the arduous Run and quenched our thirst, while chowing down on well cooked kebabs and buns.

On On Handover

Run Report: 12th November – 1 Bruand Place, Kambah

Hare: Whiteout

At 6:30 pm the Pack gathered in the courtyard at 1 Braund Place, with a few beverages being consumed and plenty of chatter while waiting for late arrivals. At least Whiteout wasn’t late to this run.

The Pack eventually set off on the Kambah Marathon with runners/walkers all keen to get back to the tubs to continue on with the pre Run antics. The Run took us past the sights, we had wild beasts gnashing their teeth and eyeing us off as we negotiated the back alley ways of west Kambah, eventually escaping suburbia and heading through fields, across rivers, along the shores of the Murrumbidgee Pond and through the biggest ants nest in the southern hemisphere.

The Pack managed to stay together (a survival tactic) through the wild lands and as the sun was setting, tired and thirsty we found the “On In” and headed back to the tubs.

And then, “What happens in Kambah, stays in Kambah”!!!!!!!!

On On Washed Out

Run Report: 19th November – BBQs at Kambah Adventure Playground, Springbett Street, Kambah

Hare: Handover

Kambah, where people know your Hash name.

It was a boring Run. Nothing exciting, not even people who look like their dogs. We ran, boy did we ran. Totally, unexpectedly, oddly, unwontedly, we saw too much of the lake. Thankfully, we didn’t go down any off-shoot dribbles wetlands.

Food was good. Sausages, lovely sausages.

On On Washed Out

Run Report: 26th November – Kambah Woolshed, Springbett Street, Kambah

Hare: Dingles

The Hash arrived in Kambah... again. Kambah Woolshed to be exact, with a newer smellier toilet block. Progress.

Q: What do you get when a recovering walker sets a Run?

A: A short Run with heaps of Checks!

That’s right, not a long Run, but fraught with many, many Checks. So many we lost count after 5.

Then we had hamburgers.

On On Handover

Run Report: 10^th December – Orient Kitchen, 17-19/9 Brierly St, Weston Creek

Hare: Handover

A large pack gathered for the AGPU run in Weston Creek. A feeling of excitement dominated – for the beer had arrived and the pack was impatient to be off.

There may have been a misunderstanding, for many of the pack arrived on bikes in varying stages of decay (bikes, that is *), but it was confirmed by the OnSec that this was not a bike hash. Chains and handcuffs secured the bikes to nearby poles and then the pack was off.

Mrs Bits, usually to be seen hard at work over sizzling bits for a hungry pack, was to enjoy her first-ever hash run. The pace was something to behold, the trail swinging left and right, up and down, in and out, backwards and forwards, but we made it to the first check, some 20 m away. Some checks were devious, others only cunning, but this pack was not going to let a nasty Hare (Handover) get the better of it. Hills, drainage channels, building sites, Fluffy homes, light rail – none featured in the run.

But, we made it back to the start and after quite a recovery time, we were able to enjoy the delights of the Orient Kitchen. Exhaustion delayed the holding of the AGPU, but that is another story.

(* hashers, too.)

On On Missing Bits

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