PHHH #905.4
Date: Sunday, October 27, 2002
Weather: it was there
Location: ETS-Great Road bridge eastward ho
Hounds: Geezer, Weatherman, Hey YO! Paully, Oiuipiui, Craig, Hand Solo, Melissa the 
Bellringer. . . another student?
Hare: Wacko
Time: 1:25
Seen at the start: An unidentified car containing directions to a Princeton hash in 
September

The Bridge Over the Stony Creek

Colonel Jones stood by the bridge standing shakily over the trickling waters of the
 Stony Creek.
"Completely unprofessional, Weatherman.  Frankly, I don't understand how the Princeton 
Hash exists with starts like this.  Right.  We'll head east along the south bank.  All 
standard procedure; we'll have Wacko inside an hour. Carry on."
An hour later, the crew, less Hand, last seen at the Province Line bridge, and HYP, 
last seen at the start, was wandering around a soccer pitch at the Princeton Day School, 
somewhat fatigued and perspiring in the temperate fall air, thankful they weren't 
collapsing amidst the buzzing insects and oppressive humidity in a David Lean film set 
in Burma.  There had been numerous creek crossings, some even necessary, and pleasant 
woodscapes of yellowing beech groves, and a great blue heron flapping slowly into the 
sky.
"My God," said Weepee, looking not at all like William Holden, even with a shirt on.  
"He's taking us to. . . the Pettoranello Gardens."
And so Wacko did, and when the tattered crew arrived at the glade in the woods marked 
as the on-in, there was no beer, no snacks, no nothing.
"My God," said Colonel Jones, and fell bleeding on the picnic table.
"The horror!" exclaimed Huipee.  "The horror!"
But all's well that ends well, Wacko finally arriving with comestibles after discovering 
biking back to the start is harder than haring to the finish.