Hashers start to gather at Mucksucker and Cardinal Sin's place. It's cool and overcast, showery but the rain is holding off, and the heather is blooming. |
Stoolie Andrews and Digger take cover from a shower in the garage. |
Blue Balls and his squeeze Hoopalong Chastity, Stroke Alone, Sir My Cocks A' Fallen, Some Bitchy 'C', Happy Sperm, and Frogger chat amiably while waiting for the event to start. |
Bad To The Bone interrupted while putting his left shoe on by a tempting pre-run snack. |
Blue Balls assertively gets the pack to circle-up for introductions. |
Mucksucker shows his trail markings. |
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This year's stop is actually a SV for 'swan view'. |
Just Paul and Just Dakota head out to the 'official' start of the trail. |
Where to next? We're told to go to the end of the road, and wait. |
Stoolie passes the time reading the Royal Roads plaque, or as much of it as he can through the guano on it. |
Deep Shit vying for a new name, Harpo. |
In the woods, and at the bottom of a ravine, the trail puts hashers to work gaining the high ground.
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Dakota is looks a little bushed holding up that tree. Running up a hill will do that to you. |
Master Baited fought gravity on the way up the hill, and let gravity win at the top. |
Mucksucker injured himself prior to the run, so he's Haring on a bike. |
Boomerang uses a loose shoe string as an excuse for break. The BC isn't far away. |
Stoolie Andrews really enjoys a Fat Tug, but a homebrewski will also do. |
A two fisting Little Blow Peep. |
Pop for the kids. Sugar to get them up the next hill. |
Master Baited and Wet Taco enjoying cold ones. |
Full Service and, much bigger then last year, Inutero. |
The pack at the BC, with a bit of rain on the lens; however, its the only woodland BC group shot we have. |
Some Bitchy 'C' and Happy Sperm find the famous Penis Tree, a favourite with the women. |
Having a lick. It's wood that is cedar flavoured. |
Muzzled Meat being nuzzled. |
Deep Shit and Richard the Turd in their formal running party gear. |
Just Tawny and Little Blow Peep enjoying the range of bevvies offered in today's BC |
Finally from the woods to a cold water plunge. |
Stripping down to just their swim shorts, towels at the ready. |
Keeping warm. |
The Hash's bathing beauties... |
...and the bathing not-so-beauties |
A polar bear group shot. Lucky for them Mucksucker brought out the propane heater for afterwards. |
In they bravely go! With his silvery hair, Sir My Cocks A' Falling really does look like a polar bear! |
Once they are up to their calves, their progress slows. |
Well, that was a short swim. Some hashers are still out there! |
The first to come out of the drink. Richard the Turd didn't want to ruin the tux but he did keep the slacks on. |
Not in yet. Happy Sperm needs some encouragement. |
Blue lips, Blue Balls |
Hoop Along of the lagoon. She with antifreeze in her veins. |
A post swim hug ... to keep warm of course. |
Scrambling for dry, warm clothes. And just in time as the last of the daylight disappears |
I think it's time to GTFO |
11 hashers plus F*cking Franklin's legs makes 11.5 in the hot tub...not quite a record breaker, but still very full! |
now immersed in hot water, it's time to enjoy some well deserved cold ones for our swimmers. |
Like clams in a pot, or crabs in a bucket. Isn't there a song
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It looks like SBC earned herself a down-down. Maybe for something she did with some cedar. |
"Uno mas por favor!" |
Just Paul is named Rubber Buster, and we'll leave the reason for the name to your fertile imaginations. |
Sinfully happy, right of Master Baited still wearing his last down-down. |
Bad gets down-downed for over bokeraging - oddly enough my text editor spell-checker think 'bokeraging' = 'Boomrang'. |
Knob Goblin gets a red cup, because she's as bad as a goblin. |
A post-religion retreat to potluck. |