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!