Ass Slipper and Call Boy relax while others arrive.

Double Hump, our Haberdasher arrives, and starts to flog Hash Trash.

We circle ups. The day is sunny and warm, and waiting.

The Hares, High Beams, and Slow Cooker, brief the hounds.

Slow Cooker looks on while Hi Beam describers her use of the trail marks.

The Hounds are off, up the first gentle hill.

Shiggy Style follows visitor Firecracker up the long slope.

Two lost hounds wondering if photographer is on flour.

High Beams waits for lost hounds.

Finally, hounds find their trail on the access road into Oak Haven Park.

Oh deer. This is not the first dead deer we have seen while on trail.

At the top of the hill, here is a strange hash halt. What does HTH stand for?

HTH = High Beams's tree hugs.

At the hash halt, hounds congregate, waiting for stragglers , at the top of Oak Haven Park.

Finally, hashers head of through a field of blue camas, all the way down hill...

... to the water's muddy edge, and a BC in Gowlland Tod Provincial Park.

Double Hump finds in the deep, low tide mud, an antique glass 3-in-1 Oils bottle.

A Stoolie statue pose cleverly evokes The Little Mermaid. Or not.

Double Hump muddies High Beams leg.

Beer at the circle ready for down-downs.

An arial shot of the circle ... rabble.

Everyone wants a 5050 draw ticket.

Jack Off did the walkers root in black dress shoe. Always prepared.

Frontal Lobotomy (Grog!) wins a something in the 5050 draw.

The Hares charged Boomerang, and he defends himself as they look on.

If one drinks they all drink, and the Hares are down-downed too.

The Wanker's Cup is awarded to Beaver Fever.