PHHH #1161.9

Date: Wed the 15th of August, 2007

Hare: HIMZ

Hounds: HYP, WIPI, EuroT, DP

Virgins: none, thankfully, but we sent some of the wankers 
who were running the 5K thru alittle shiggy in the wrong direction


Venue: Rosedale park, and never out of earshot of the main parking lot actually

Time: until dark (maybe 1.5 hours? maybe more?)

Hash Details, Polemics, Lies:

After futzing around, drinking, and eating cold pizza at the start, the brave four 
hashers set off running.  After finding no marks that led anywhere to speak of, we
regrouped, complaining, and headed off again, rechecking and elongating our elliptical
orbits to find the trail.  After regrouping a couple more times, we took off in the 
most likely direction (in the direction of the 5K race being held at the park) and 
eventually found trail a half mile away.

After a most-boring foot-pounding foray around the dam, we found the 5K leaders, sent
a few fools the wrong way, and proceeded to follow marks from a 
Wachpress-truetrail -doublecross arrow which distinctly marked the way along the other,
overgrown side of the lake.  After stooping for 400 yards, there appeared a very large 
"F" on the trail.  In angry disbelief, we returned along the same path, until HYP saw 
a few marks leading to the side, into the cedar tree and briar infested shiggy patch, 
which is shown on the map provided by the link below.  The marks seemed to fade and 
disappear, and all four hounds responded differently to this nearly unforgiveable
blunder by the hare (that blunder being setting a true trail arrow to a dead end or 
false trail, in case you weren't paying attention).

It goes without saying that Wipi got frothing mad, tore through the underbrush like 
that demon boar on Princess Mononoke, and got an crazy cool gianormous gash on his 
cheek with blood spilling down it like Niagra.  Eurotrash went for some solitary wind-
sprints and trail running to ease his violent mood after escaping from HIMZ's death 
trap.  HYP went the other way, and swam across putrid Lake Rosedale, frightening the 
bejeezus out of an adolescent fishing with her mother.  And I, in all my intelligence,
decided that there must be a trail in there somewhere, crawled through the entire thicket.  
Twice, I worried whether I'd ever again see my beloved Heleen.  Having ripped my new dBar 
T-shirt, and cried my last reserve of tears, I finally saw light through the thorns, and 
emerged sweaty, dizzy, and bleeding onto a mowed grass trail where two yuppie chicks were
bringing up the rear of the 5K.  Though they broke their trot into a gallup when they saw 
me.  I've tried to guess my route and have estimated it to be well over 250 meters through
the shiggiest shiggy you can imagine, crawling all the way.  Charlie, eat your heart out,
ya jerkface!

http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=1238804

Who is setting next week, the 22nd?  And the 29th?  

After that, Itemized and Cliffy have the first Sunday set, the weekend after Labor Day, 
right?