Today's running kept the hounds in town, hared by yours truly and RA Jack the Tripper. Being a long weekend, this team assumed that it would be a smallish gathering, what not with all of the vacation plans being broadcasted on social media and at prior hashes. Boy were we wrong!

Of the 21 hashers in attendance today, there were a trio of visitors from far and near: Y = Pi and H & R Cock?, honeymooning hashers hailing from Cincinnati; closer to home was Pecker Checker from Comox. Also cumming in 3's were virgins: Just Kathleen and Just Pirouz, sponsored by the RA; Just Jen, having arrived with Little Blow Peep and Digger.

As the small but early contingent gathered around the start, Pussy Whipped Blue Buck and Testicular arrived in style in their Mazda MX5 convertible, swerving into a rockstar parking spot right in front of the meeting point. Then there were the others who had arrived Victoria style a la bicyclette: "Just Andy, Cock-a-Leekie, and not-quite-Blab Stroke Alone. As the crowd grew in this tiny Hollywood Park, it became apparent that our moonlighting RA / hare was still MIA. But just in time (well, at least early enough not to become a Blab himself), JtT sauntered in with Just Kathleen to lead the afternoon's clusterfu- er hash.

The hounds were slow to pick up trail, having hit just about every single dead end laid at the start. Eventually, with a little bit of coaxing, the kennel found its way on true trail, only to be stymied by the walkers, who were walking along an *actual* walking route as opposed to DFL'ing the runners. "I found this for religion" Just Andy beamed proudly as he pulled out a few songsheets printed from the VH3 website. He must have really enjoyed the ditties sung at the first couple of hashes he had attended.

Today's trail delivered on many fronts: views, interesting neighbourhoods and hills galore. A short detour near the Chinese Cemetery led the pack to the view point off King George Terrace. The walkers, having taken the most direct route, watched bemusedly as the wild shouts of "on-on"! echoed below. There would be no time for the runners to enjoy the view from the rest stop, for there was a pursuit to a special hash halt to find!

And what a find that turned out to be. The run petered out to a crawl as true trail led the rabble up a set of temple-worthy stairs to Walbran Park. Tired from the climb and hot from the exertion and summer temperatures, hashers enjoyed a short reprieve at the windy lookout point. Super Blab Stoolie Andrews made his appearance at the hash halt. Shots of Jagermeister were consumed, although not as easily. This was only the halfway point of the run, so hashers shook off their ails and carried on.

The BC was a familiar space, as Ice Breaker had used the very spot on a hash only a month ago. The FRBs settled themselves in the tall grass and patiently waited for the rest of the rabble. This quiet moment at the BC was a stark contrast to a couple of hours ago, when the Moss St Market, a seasonal favorite, was occupying this very site.

Just Andy proved himself hashworthy and was called in the cicle for a naming. With so many to choose from, it was a difficult choice, but at the end, Just Andy, having only hashed 3 times, found himself christened "Hymen Manuever" for his dexterity in switching through his hym(e)n sheets.

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~ SBC