Ahoy matey!

Although I wasn’t feeling especially jolly after the completion of this trail!

I admit I was not especially enthused when head-hare In ‘n Out Furburger announced this hash would be another of her theme hashes. Her last one was the infamous toga trail up on the North Coast that made many of us want to jump off the nearest cliff. She used toilet paper to mark  much of her trail. I consider that very appropriate and should give you a clue as to the quality of THAT particular trail.

This time, rather than wear a sheet to the beach we were to find short pants (see Maladjusted), ridiculous hats (see Boner Malfunction), wide belts (see Banana), bandannas (see Shallow Hole) and eye patches (see Just Brian, he had a whole bag of the damn vision-inhibiting things). Continue reading Surf City sets sail searching for booty →