So, there we were, gathering for Hash 1277 at Wino by the Sea, led by hares Cum You Will Not and Baker’s Dozen’t. The start of the trail was as elusive as a cat in a laser show, leading some brave souls to nearly take an unexpected polar plunge in their birthday suits. Turns out, the trail was firmly on land, and the hashers were saved from a chilly swim. Crisis averted! The beer check at the lighthouse turned into a high-stakes safety meeting, with hashers dancing on the edge of disaster. Some narrowly dodged an impromptu swim, proving once again that hashers are a group with a talent for turning simple tasks into extreme sports. Religion was back on the wharf where hashers were serenaded by Just Polly and the dance floor witnessed a hash wide twerkfest.

On on!

-IHOP