The word “Run” in the picture above from Trail 602 scares me as it should you. Running is, however disgusting, characteristic of a Broke Bench Mountain trail. Running does not bother this man because he knows no matter how much exercise he gets he can easily compensate for it’s undesirable effects on him by excessive drinking.

There’s your primer for Hash 602. Now for the grisly details.

We began this study in poor judgment from old standby the Rush Inn. The city attempted to camouflage this hideous hangout by placing a huge clock tower in front of it. Sadly, the tall tower garnered too much attention and made it everything from Hippie Haven to the target of college pranks. (Bubble bath in the fountain beneath the clock) These activities attracted the attention of Vince Lamblowme who now conducts business on his cell phone from here. Dark, wet, musty places have always attracted the attention of Broke Bench Mountain (just ask Mass Storage Device) so he, too, found this casbah. Has Broke Bench been here before? Answer: The beertender knew his hash name AND his mortal moniker. Continue reading Hash 602:The tragic results of not scouting trail →