Saunder’s Beach– 05.19.2008 – Run 1391 

            There are many hashes where certain members of our little group get a little lost or make a wrong turn and keep on running (names will not be named).  But rare is the hash where the entirety of the hashers head to the wrong starting location.  And so we commend you, Brian, for setting what can only be considered the earliest falsie, ever.  The correct starting location for this hash was the two-lane entrance to the Grove, not the construction lot east of there.  And for all of you who thnk they know the easy explanation for this: no, there was no drinking beforehand.

            Eventually, we were all reassembled and the trail kicked off back in the direction we had come from, east on Bay.  A couple of check-ins threw us off a straight trail until we came to the first stoplight and made a right turn.  We followed this road a little while until hitting upon some check-ins and rumored backchecks and eventually a box once everyone navigated the sometimes real and sometimes imagined minefield.  The trail curved in an S-shape and we found ourselves back on the road we had just come off of.  This went forward for awhile with very few check-ins until we found the flour veering off of the paved road and onto some beaten down dirt trail.  We ducked and weaved along this path as Frank told us about how the last time the hash had come on this trail, they encountered an angry man with a shotgun.  Frank was immediately granted the honor of running lead and we emerged on Seaview Drive without any threats of violence, at least from non-hashers.  There may have been a box there – I’m not sure anymore… I think so, about 85% percent sure… 80%. 

            Box or not, we eventually all found ourselves heading west on Seaview, navigating a proliferation of check-ins until eventually finding ourselves making a right turn on some random neighborhood street.  Another check-in sent us east and up a big, steep hill where, of course, there was a back-check waiting.  So back down the hill to continue east where we crossed Grove Avenue and found a box waiting for us.  A few inattentive hashers checked the backcheck again, not realizing this had already been done, and so we waited at the box for quite some time.  Reassembled once again, we contemplated a three-way check-in and found the correct trail heading east.  At the bottom of the small hill we turned right and came upon yet another backcheck.  Somehow Julie was not suckered into the ruse of the backcheck and was well ahead of us.  At the same time, Brian was busy appeasing some potcake that had apparently taken a liking to Julie.  I believe some sort of bandana or handkerchief was sacrificed in order to allow safe passage.  Yet another hash in which nobody was bitten by any animals.  We followed the trail a bit further until coming upon the On-In marker and it was just a short jaunt until we were back at the start location (the real one, not the fabricated one).

            Short hash, which was nice given the out of control humidity rampaging across this fair island, and than plenty of beers to go around.  And who could possibly forget (I almost did) that this was the week when our very own David Wenn had the honor of a throne for the duration of all down-downs?  This was a lovely throne in the shape of a block of ice and appeared to bear some of the same properties as a block of ice, mainly being very cold.  This was punishment for the lack of sponsorship cashola flowing from our deep-fried sponsors.  And from what I’ve heard (this being written one month later), Dave is still accepting volunteers interested in warming his nuts.  Ladies?