The Historical Run

            Allow me a moment for tangential thought, please.  The NFL regular season begins in the month of September and runs through the end of December – four months.  One third of the year.  Should we include the post-season you get about another month.  Five months.  Less than half the year.  Terrible, I know.  The tragedy of it all is that while the first half of the season finds the Hash on Monday evenings, the second half finds the Hash at four on Sundays.  This means that to attend the Hash, one must miss the end of the one o’clock games or watch the end at home and than speed at great velocity to the Hash, only to show up fifteen minutes late anyway.  A very difficult time to be a NFL watching hasher.  Okay, just had to get that out.

            So the Hare this week was Ewan and he had us kicking things off over at the parking lot of Crazy Johnny’s out east.  The night before had been the Hash Xmas party over at Marco’s place (thank, Marco!) and yet we still had a nice turnout.  Stephan even brought along a drawing from the night before of a… very hash-esque kangaroo, tactfully covered by some fuzzy leopard print.  Very tasteful.  Once everything was handed out, we kicked things off by heading in two different directions along Bay St with the eastern route being the correct one.  We cut into the island on a couple of roads that some people commented looked like roads that the Hash had not been on before, quite a feat considering how long the Hash has been run and the relative size of the island.

            At the first box we were greeted by four late-comers all attempting to downplay their transgressions.  We let this go for the moment and continued following the trail that included a number of backchecks to keep us guessing.  We looped around the downtown area for a while before emerging on Bay Street again near Potter’s Cay.  Another box caught us up just before the bridge and after hanging around for a couple of minutes, we took off up the bridge as the trail told us too until we came to the backcheck that almost everyone had been hoping for.  This led us to Potter’s Cay, through it really, as the trail ran a straight line to the back of all the food sellers and than turned to the right where we approached an old fort that had been destroyed a number of years ago though the foundation remains still lingered, surrounded by shipping crates and cranes and the like.  Forgive me for not recalling the name of said fort, I’m not one for remembering these things called facts.  Ewan read a nice little description/history of the fort as we lingered at the box there and than we kicked off again.

            The trail ran back the way we had come though Potter’s Cay and than hung a left where Richard was the first to spy the On-In sign that pointed us east now that we were on Bay Street again.  From here we had nothing more than a straight shot on towards the end of the run and everyone pulled it in quickly where a number of down-downs awaited, particularly from Julie who was calling for the walkers and for the party the night before.  After what seemed a marathon of down-downs, we broke apart to head across the street to Crazy Johnny’s for the On-Inn.  Was a great run this week with plenty of backchecks, plenty of down-downs, a fake trip across the bridge, and even a history lesson (promptly forgotten).  Nice work, Ewan!