Lord, I Love Beer-Stops

             Yes, once again I arrived late for the hash his week so I am sadly unable to recount for all of you the hilarious hijinks that surely occurred in the run up to the start of the hash.  We were hashing near Fort Montague and meeting in the parking lot, Marco was our hare.  By the time I arrived – after having caught a glimpse of Brian running and giving myself a shortcut – the trail was followed along the coastline for some time before turning in towards the neighborhood.  Reaching the top of a very, very steep hill, I happily found the rest of the pack, freshly revived from the first beer stop set up by Marco.  Sadly though, the beer had moved on so there was nothing left to do but continue hashing along.

            The trail continued deeper into the neighborhood where there were numerous check-ins down side streets that repeatedly sent many of us off in the wrong direction repeatedly.  Eventually, one of those side roads paid off and we continued on some winding roads before coming to (hooray!) another beer stop.  We all rested and enjoyed the drinks while Denise snapped pictures, and than we were off again.

            I will freely admit I don’t know this part of town very well, since it’s a neighborhood and, well, I don’t live in it, so I cannot recall or describe very well the trial that this hare laid down for us.  I can say that it was long though; very long, very enjoyable, but very long.  From one row of houses to another, one set of dogs to another, this trail seemed to keep stretching on as the energy boost of the beer (like spinach for Popeye), seemed to slowly wear away.  Which is why it was so very exciting when we came across another beer stop!  Yes, another, a third!  Ladies and gentlemen, when I tell you it was unreal, it is the truth.  Who could ask for so much beer generosity?  Nobody can, it is the type of thing that happens only to those who are very lucky or those who do good deeds and believe in karma.  Which were we?  Who cares, it was the third beer stop!

            So after that, well, we ran some more.  There were no more beer stops and… sheesh, after talking about all of those fantastic beer stops it’s difficult to really talk about the fun of the trail.  Don’t get me wrong, Marco, it was a nice run, but you did such a good job with the beer that I’m unable to clear the beer.  Let me just say that to anyone prepping a trail, beer stops make everything (everything!) better.