Was this an outstation? The journey to the run site went on and on, such that even Dyke Converter managed to get lost on route – apparently he was late because of Dog Shit & Humperdick also struggling to find the site. Either way, we arrived and as we did the rains came – it was looking ominous, but amazingly the skies cleared and we managed to get off just a few minutes late in a light drizzle.
The weather continued to be a feature as we slipped across the trail and with some steep inclines, it became somewhat precarious. Highlights included a sheer 2m drop – where most hashers slid on their asses, and Mr. Poo nearly ripped his shoulder out (again). His Royal Anus was having the hash of dreams, just running through all the checks, the glee obvious in his voice as he called “On-On”. UNTIL – a cunning cross check destroyed his run as he single handedly found both the wrong trails – both up steep hills!
As Chuck Wao hit the front, he encountered his nemesis – water! The rains had flooded a stream which the hares had playfully made us cross about 4 times. While he tried to build his own bridges Semen Soars did his best to splash him as he cruised past. Fun stuff – a nice little trail on fairly virgin territory.