 Preemie is our acting-RA for this fine sunny day's run. |
 The Hares, Jonners and Lakey explain the trail marking. Hounds ask, "What's a BN?", an NB 'Calgary style'. Someone suggest the BC become CB, "Check for beer" for those BCs where the beer is hidden in the bushes somewhere. |
 The rabble try to pose for a group shot with the virgin, Just Anira in pink, at the centre. |
 A quite Cordova neighborhood made not so quite by the calls of "on on!" |
 Boob check! |
 The only rabble collected at a hash halt in the bottom of a ravine. Hares enjoy watching the hounds check all the paths heading upwards rather than the true trail headed downwards. |
 Just Anira and My Cocks A Fallen on the shore of Cordova Bay, and snow covered slopes of Mount Baker just on the horizon. |
 Numbnuts, My Cocks A Fallen, and Just Anira head off along the beach in search of the BC. |
 Numbnuts is distracted by a set of flags. Can you pick out the Kenyan, Canadian, British Columbia, Mexico, Cuba, German State Flag, and a couple Jolly Rogers? |
 At the BC, where's the beer? |
 Here comes the rest of the hounds. |
 At religion, the Hares are punished for such a hilly trail, and for tiring out the hounds. |
 Just Anira, our lone hash-virgin, tells her joke. It was short and dirty and right up the hasher's alley. |
 She earns herself a down-down. |
 Testicular claims herself to be lily white and innocent ... |
 ... but she isn't. |
 Charged for 'Hash abandonment', or foolishly returning (pick one), Ass Slipper was gone too long. |
 High Beams arrived then spent a long time on the phone in her car before joining the rabble. |
 Preemie got down-downed for thinking Jonners was really forgetting the words to his senility song, or something like that. I forget now exactly ... where were we? |
 Little Blow Peep takes a peak at what's in her beer. Whatever she was charged for I am sure she was guilty as charged. |
 Masterbaker contemplates his punishment and, from his looks, whatever might be floating in it. On On! |