Carmichael Road, opposite Bacardi Road– 05.26.2008 – Run 1392

             Last time we had a hash in this area – trail set by Frank, of course – at least three people came away with some wicked poison wood.  Nasty looking stuff that lasted for more than a week, I think.  So it was with great trepidation that I even showed up to this hash.  But I didn’t get any poison wood, nor do I think anyone else did, so we can all erroneously lower our collective guard for next time.  ‘Nuff said.

            The trail started in the parking lot of the playground opposite Bacardi Road and the correct trail indeed followed Bacardi, as a hash trail properly should.  We followed along this way for some time until eventually coming to a check in that sent us to our right.  Down this road we went until hitting a backcheck and eventually we found the trail.  A two-way check-in was waiting for us near the end of this road: one trail led down a calm and quiet road and the other was populated by more than a few very loud and borderline blood-thirsty dogs; the assumption was that this was the false trail and that turned out to be the safe bet.  We followed the this road for awhile until eventually turning to the right and continuing on as the road turned from paved to white rock and dirt – always a treat for finding that white flour.  We made it through this area on the heels of a highly perceptive Walter and emerged back on Carmichael.  We darted across the road and into a wall of green – this is where the discussion of poison wood reached a fever pitch. 

            And this is now the point of the hash where most of the details become hazy.  The remainder of the trail was set on dirt trails and backwoods roads and I couldn’t reconstruct any of it if things more important than this write-up were on the line.  There were plenty of check-ins, at least ten of them, but no backchecks and no 360s, which I hate, so this was fine by me.  We were back there for awhile too, I would say 1.5 miles at least.  Or maybe it just felt like it.  I don’t know, that’s the problem, I can’t even map this shit out on mapmyrun.com because it doesn’t show any of these little trails and roads, and even if they did, I wouldn’t be able to find them; and even if I could find them, I would have no real way of aerially determining what was what.  This is the fatal flaw for this week.  Sucks, I know, but it makes us all appreciate the moment of the hash more, you know?  Fleeting instances… savoring the experience of the hash… you had to be there… it doesn’t translate in recollection. 

            Either way, the trail ended eventually and we drank a lot and the visiting co-hare from Germany (?) got mad when nobody would call her by her correct name (Spit & Grin?  Sit & Shit?  Sit & Spin?  Angry & Violent?  One of these, none of these?) and than, as time stops for no down-down, the hash was over again.  Oh, and all that stuff I said about not having good recollection of trail running?  Expect a lot more of that next week with Miriam’s trail because even more of that was trail.  My memory looks like this:  Trees, mud, water, check-in, rocks, mud, check-in, mud, mud, water, trees, and on and on and on and on.  Solid.