Dog Shit always does a good job of haring, so I happily drove down the canal road to the football field for the hash. While we’d been told the football field, following signs to a field near the football field seemed too much for the likes of Chuck Wao. Thankfully he’d cut off a couple of hundred metres from a normal run, by parking us a short way down the regular trail. After fears about the potential lack of beer we set off in the belief that Itchy would solve all our problems – which she did!
Along a familiar trail we set off and shortly after my Asthma kicked in – damn inhaler was empty, so I pulled up to get my lungs under control. Fortunately there were skiddy sticks the pulled the pack back to where I led them up a gorge and along a ridge. We cut through an orchard to the Wimp Rambo split – as Powered by Rice cut off on the Wimp trail, I was tempted to follow him, but trudged on hoping I could breathe properly again sooner or later.
Again the Skiddy Sticks thwarted most of the pack as Mr. Poo, Crazy Crack and I followed the true trail waiting for them to come back. Chuck Wao joined us while Brown Finger and Skiddy plotted about the best place to put the arrow and still be able to short cut across. Graven Image screwed up somewhere here and only he knows the true story of what he was doing. Mr. Poo hit the front and powered off with the adrenaline of leading the pack. I got to the next trail split with Chuckie, and wasn’t going to follow Poo to pick up sticks, instead we set off down the trail to the left. It’s a great running trail, I had Chuck Wao and Brown Finger on my heels and my body was starting to feel better – lets open up.
Sadly, the lack of drugs kicked in again, and asthma took control. As I struggled for air, one by one the pack passed me by. Skid Mark slowed and joined my pace to walk the last few kilometers of road with me – cheers Skiddy! I got back thinking I would be ages behind everyone else, but somehow Cumalot and Kwazi Moto found a way to go slower! Kwazi eventually showed up an hour behind everyone else having successfully screwed up what was a well marked trail. Dog Shit ran a good circle and then took us to a great On-On.