PRINCETON HHH HASH #573.4

Date:           September 22,1996
Weather:	Sunny and then a storm 
Time:    	The apres - turned into a beer check with lots morei
	        running and walking which didn't end till 7 
Set By:         Mike McCabe 
Hashers:	The Delay Lllama, Gerbils, Safe Swets, Ken Vercammen, 
                Jeff Skaar, Nick Longrky, and Dlego de Acosta

Enchanted Journey

McCabe, being of pure heart, asserted that he was prepared for the initiation of
The Virgin Set, a singular adventure for sure. After several futile calls for
assistance to his guru, The Delay Lllama, he realized that he would have to face
this initiation alone and the enormity of it helped focus his thinking. He
contemplated his past runs and tried to fathom their true meaning. He prayed for
divine guidance. He threw salt over his shoulder; he overlooked nothing.
Armed with flour and some words of wisdom from 242 (he was truly desperate) he
set an acceptable set for a mixed HASH though we were not mixed on this run.
Digression: we were later told that Rumford Dale HASH often has damsels who
display sets but they are still not welcome. Delay (or as 242 calls him
"DeLay'), humanitarian to the core, invited any foot loose damsel from that Dale
to join in the Princeton HASH.)
On the journey to the start Delay noticed rings of white and immaculate spots on
byway trees. The royal hounds were oblivious. It seems that before they set off
on the quest the Llama performed some magical ritual using a cylindrical lacquer
box stuffed with the currency of the realm. He spun it around and pulled it in
and out; in and Out; chanting "pay up" pay UP". Suddenly the virgin set was
transformed. The minds of the HASHers became pure and uncluttered with the
sophistication of experience of the world. The beauty of the world showed
itself. The HASHers had not a clue. At the start the Lllama asked if anyone had
seen anything unusual like Marks on the way to the start.
This question concerned them not. At the check they first ran up the mote de
canal. They then ran down. Then, on their return, the Lllama pointedly suggested
they check up the road toward yon Quaker Meeting where they might seek
enlightenment As with a sudden inspiration they ran off as one.
After checking all the small byways for no good reason they eventually arrived
at the check and correctly entered the thicket. The crusade had begun in
earnest. They encounter saw grass, sucking stinking mud, poison plants, and then
a river with debris which had been deposited in the original Flood. The passage
was treacherous , but the brave hearted crossed over to the relative safety of
the further muddy bank. "He couldn't have come this way because there are not
ny foot prints." The Lllama later spotted flour on the back sides of rocks and
calls "on, on!" Obviously the setter had levitated using magical charms to
traverse the mud flats and placed the clues for the clueless. Only the pure
could transverse these polluted, foul, poisonous flats tangled with vines,
thorns and ancient obstructions, but somehow every one came through.
Farm country! But not for long. Back to the slime and mud from whence our
ancestors were so familiar. But the Grail of the red, white and blue Wisdom of
Bud beckoned. Up and over a road and down. "Has anyone seen flour?" Oh flower!
In the thick of a campaign one thinks back to the pleasant times. Oh, for the
self assured "On, On!" of the fair lady
Rojo. But all we have is the reality of stink and a call "ouch" from
SafeSwets.
Jeff, Ken, and Nick back on The True Trail determine that they will henceforth
use all of their collective cunning. They had heard it said (by Mr. Holmes) that
once you eliminate all possibilities but one, then that one must be right no
matter how improbable. Armed with this strategy they proceed to run off in every
possible direction checking for the True Trail, thereby eliminating many false
choices.
Back to the Mote de Canal and south to the "on in" and the enlightenment of the
Wisdom of Bud. The veil was lifted and scales fell from our eyes. We recognized
ourselves for what we were and we accepted our true selves (but maybe not the
guy from the Rumford HASH who is a despised lawyer (Editorial privilege which
you can have if you write the next HASH shit).
We decided we would not trust to reason as we were from the Town of Princes and
all educated. The setter would mount his bike and be gone. Others would run
away. The Lllama, with nothing to mount, would run to the next road intersecting
with the Mote de Canal and later rendezvous with Swets the Safe who ran to the
van and would circle back.
The heavens then opened up with cleansing rain and inspiring thunder. After a
brief rest under a high way bridge the Lllama with two novices went back along
the path to cross a stream on a downed log, through stinging nettles, thorns and
a wire. fence to the interstate. A novice, Noble Dlego de Acosta, suggested that
the next intersection might be more auspicious and was granted permission to
check it out.
The sun comes out and the fruits of karma were ripening. A police car comes
around the bend and pulls over. "You can't be on the interstate." The Lllama,
trusting in the goodness of fate, explains that the trail of life led them there
and they would be willing to follow any suggestion that the officer of the law
would make including the possibility of a police car ride back to the starting
point of the journey.( Would the Geezer be ashamed of such compliant behavior?)
"Ten years on the force and I've never seen anything like this ... Get in."
Noble Dlego de Acota set off on the quest for the true intersection. Mendelian
genetics will always tell. He is descended from the famous Friar de Acosta who
wrote of the conquest of the Americas. The miracle of the immaculate conception
lead to the hereditary title of Friar Sire. Enough of digression. But such is
life. False trails and checks are all part of the journey. Friar Sire traveled
to the next bridge and then realized it was to be his destiny to hold a lonely
vigil. After doing penitence he walked back to Prince Town where later the
Lllama presented him with keys which symbolized something.
And so to bed.