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The hare is here. Stoolie returns from setting a damp rainy day trail.
Shrink arrives. Where there's a cold river, you'll find Shrink A Dink.
Hasher mingle while people wait for someone to control.Half and hour later ...
... a pre-run group shot of brave hashers.
The guests and virgin are brought into the circle.
The hare is called into the circle, and ...
.. wandered all over in his pre-hash trail markings explanation.
My first false trail. If there was a wrong way to go, I think I found it every time.
Weeping clouds draped these verdant hills.
There wasn't a walkers route, but at various time that didn't mater.
Our guests from Sacramento, Burning Ring of Fire and Mother Shucker.
Our first VP, and there were many.
A gorge. Lots of green, gray, black water, and white falls.
West coast grey and green accented by rushing water.
Enjoying the view of Pussies Galore enjoying the view.
Our beautiful co-hare Ass Slipper.
Black water and large drops of rain.Sooke Pothole's black holes.
'Keep Out' the sign says. Just Ashley in the rain. Shrink-a-dink's friend.
Stoolie leads the rabble to their first close encounter of the river kind ...
... and the rabble follow.
Hashers make their first crossing of the Sooke River.
The second crossing involves a log. Shrink makes his crossing.
Just Ashley takes a more cautious approach to crossing the log.
Preemie start his way across. Shrink there to lend a hand.
Richard the Turd starts off fine, if not a bit tentative.
He finally gives up.
The Turn watches as Stroke decides that jumping in the water is better than falling in.
Turd takes another route, ...
... and finds that passage even a bit tricky, ...
... but he finally makes it. See the rain hitting the surface of the water?
Ass Slipper starts across ...
...and gets some assistance from Stoolie Andrews.
Stroke Alone taking shots. A waterproof and shock resistant camera came in handy.
Mother Shucker find a safer way across ...
One of the last shot Deep Shits camera took. It wasn't water proof.
One of Stroke's shot; a good shot of Shrink and Just Ashley.
Stoolie swore these cans were not there when he set the trail.
Puss N Boots, the scofflaw!
An arrow hidden behind a rock. The Hares being a bit crafty.
The rabble appear above the rock. Lots of moss, and mist.
15,000 years ago a deep path was carved from the bedrock by moving, melting ice packs.
It looks like oils, but it water. The light and the rain creates a terrestrial star field.
Narrow passages focused the energy of water to move the stones that carve the potholes.
Back to the hashers, and they're back on dry land.
Nowhere to go, a glossy polished surface contains yet another 'X'and a false trail.
Burning Ring of Fire courageously take the hard way up, ...
... followed by Beaver Fever, ...
... but smarter hasher realize that there was a easier path to take, ...
... providing many but shots, and their all lovely buts....
... Black buts, ...
... and even floral buts.
The hashers find a road. This heads up to the campground where some are staying despite the rain.
Richard the Turd heads down a rough slope. The bear check is not far away.
What's that under the water ? ...
Burning Ring of Fire head in to investigate.
A soggy Burning Ring of Fire discover the beer! Good thing there bears didn't find it.
Here comes the thirsty hashers.
BBF, drags the beer out to the waiting rabble.
A couple hasher realize where the next leg of the trail heads following the BC.
On Hares's suggestion that hasher should go in the water to get their beer, ...
... but Shrink and starts handing them out.
Hasher start to accumulate on shore, waiting for beer.
Some can't wait, and dive in after the beer. Here Deep Shit, already wet, goes for a beer.
Floppy was saying something funny, I think. Good teeth!
It's hard to swim with a beer in hand, but Deep Shit decides to try. Its raining anyway.
Richard the Turd surveying the direction of the trail to come. A wet trail.
Shrink fishes some beer from off the bottom of the pool. He wasn't called Shrink a Dink for nothing.
He found a bottle of cider.
A Mershrink! [No cameras or furry critters were harmed in making this shot.]
This could be an add for Okanagan Pear Cider. Not able to wait until he got to the surface.
There's Mother Shucker. Has her hat on the keep the sun out of her eyes.
Having finished their beer, hashers follow the arrow and head into the water. Their all nuts!
The trail is 'live-Hared' south down stream.
The rocks are very slippery. They're all bonkers, and crazy to!
So slippery that sliding over the rocks was safer. Did I say they were crazy?!
While some went over the stones, easy, and slow, other went hard but fast overland.
Ass Slipper led the way, showing us why she earned her name, sliding ass-ways down a bank.
Having made it down stream, we check to see if any of the rest of stoner were on their way.
We head down through a watery gorge. Did I say were crazy? May be I missed that part.
No hashers or furry critters were harmed in making this shot.The rest of the hashers follow over rapids and rocks.
The last pool they reach, and final crossing to beach.
The circle is formed, and Shrink plays RA for ale. The hares are down-down for their watery trail.
Called into the circle by Shrink, our guests Mother Shucker and Burning Ring of Fire drink.
Like wet rats seeking warmth, the circle heads to a cloud spawned splash of sun light.
Just Ashley, just cold, with blue lips, and a warm toque in August, ...
... she drinks as our only 'wet' virgin.
Charges now, and Digger drinks.
Stroke, for setting to fast a pace, drinks.
With fine form, the Turd drinks.
Digger is caught showing respect to the circle, ..
and is forced to drink again, with a No No No Bad Bad Bad.
Premature Evacuation drinks on some trumped up charge.
A lovely shot. Charged with mischief of some kind, 'two' little shot of beer.
Deep Shit is down-downed for injury on trail, or ugly legs.
Shrink is charged and sucks one back.
Not having to drive, as Stroke's transportation, Borf get beer'ed again.
Stoolie, finding beer left, suggest a final charge, ...
... and has the final down-down. We're cold; in the background Deep Shit is frozenshit.
On-afters, with dry cloths, a big warm dinner with buns, rattlesnake chili, tortellini, and stew.
Dry and out of the rain. Not more than 4 days later, summer returns with mid-20 temperatures.
Richard the Turd brings dark 'brown' Turd-brownies. That caps-off an eventful hash.
VH3 464th - Victoria Hash House Harriers Annual Sooke Potholes Run - August 9, 2008
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