Neighborhood Roads

             It seems that recently, everyday a hash is scheduled we have a rainstorm passing through to make things difficult for the hares and their pre-planning endeavors.  This week was no different but Tom, our hard working hare, came through for us as he set his trail in the neighborhood roads behind the Cricket Club and Fort Charlotte.  Before we began, Frank was given a large pair of… for lack of better description, giant black rubber leggings to wear – the continued fallout from the poison wood incident.  Once he was sort of wearing this sexy addition to his outfit, the pack set off lazily up the hill from the parking lot towards Fort Charlotte.  It was still a few moments before we were all able to find the partially washed away trail, but eventually it appeared and drifted back down the hill opposite the fort and into the neighborhood roads behind. 

            Like raindogs, we skirted numerous puddles and managed to navigate the check-ins that presented themselves at the corners of the neighborhood roads we ran on.  This day though, the check-ins seemed – at least to this hasher – to be trickier than usual and while some might attribute this to stubborn flour-erasing weather, the scribe is inclined to think that Tom was simply clever in his laying of flour.  We followed the trail for awhile past plenty of people on the street as well as car traffic, but the standout interaction of the hash was Dave being accosted by small pack of dogs.  The trail was about half completed when Dave, poor Dave, unwisely taking the lead, ran past a house with many dogs and a wide open gate for them to come charging through.  It’s never fun to have dogs come snarling at you, but since Dave seemed very capable of fending them off, it was sort of funny to watch him barrel through while shouting at the dogs.  We all escaped unbitten and unscathed, hooray!  Hashers: 1, Dogs: 0.

After this, things were understandably calmer and after a box or two – sorry, I forgot, I really need to start carrying a notebook on the hash if I’m going to remember anything and the odds of that happening are, well, slim – so… where was I?  Right, a box or two, and than we took a turn that led the pack up a hill that took us to Ardastra and on path towards the botanical gardens.  A couple of confusing moments later, the On-In call was made and the pack crossed in front of the cricket club on it’s way back to the starting point of the trail.