OH MY GOD. (and it’s not that OMG that comes with sex toys)
First, we celebrate Easter/Passover/Spring/All other Pagan holidays, symbolizing Renewal and Rebirth, and literally 4 days later we find ourselves in HELL…or as Hippie Chick proclaimed, “PURGATORY”. I couldn’t agree more.
Pre-lube
What were those hares thinking?
That we are all too fat from all that Easter candy???
and we need to be taken on a death march?
The “turkey trail” was supossed to be a mere 3 miles……..but my GPS said it was FIVE MILES.
Most of it uphill…as a reminder to us all that we actually have these things called “hamstrings” in the back of our legs.
Sounds like a lie
And they are probably filled with too much ham from said Easter overload. Easter sprouts for the veggies in the crowd.
Bridge over troubled water
So that being said…the tough guys and gals in the group opted for the “BB” trail….only supposed to be about 5-6 miles.
What the hell? Who does the math around here? Fap has skills but I think calculating mileage is not one of them. Stick to knives.
I think the turkeys logged more miles than the BB Eagles.
And you are asking what BB stands for…..I thought it meant BUTT BALLS! Because it takes balls to do a Dung Fu trail and he will insure that you feel your Butt…..or he may want to feel your butt….in either case….it was a real BALL BUSTER trail.
Our A+ scribe
While it was a beautiful trail, meandering along the redwoods, listening to the roar of the river, sweating like a wild boar…it was also a treacherous trail……with multiple water crossing, mud pits and slippery rocks. A few ankles went sideways but we sucked it up to a good time.
dBased is arguably the highest one in this photo
Happily all the hashers/stoners/drunks finally made it back to the parking lot for religion. Some managed to find the earlier beer check…….others managed to have a search party sent out for them.
Blood on trail
We started circle with only half the group…while the lost boys and girls stumbled in. And one hasher (Occasional) was completely MIA at Don Quixotes. That’s one way to do trail.
Just Antonia becomes Snake Me Anywhere
To our delight and debauchery,we had Virgin Pat, who showed us his ass which looked like it had been probed and marked by aliens. And to think I had found him wandering aimlessly in the Capitola Produce market last year. I invited him to the hash and it only took a year and another wanker to goad him into showing up.
We had down downs for back sliders, we had down downs for other shit too….and we had a naming!
Some thing about snakes and plumbing and wanderlust. Maybe someone else was paying attention….all I heard was plumbers crack and snake with no name and snakes on a plane. Puff most likely has the correct verbiage.
All in all it was a great 420 celebration.
Thanks to all who ventured out in the dark.
Thanks to Pinky for the spare flashlight and keeping us safe and doing the head count.
Thanks to Vag for singing his first ever down down song to anyone.
