Belly Dancer can spend weeks scouting to find a hill steep enough to set a trail up, so when he was only given 2 days notice, this could be a disaster… As he tried to reassure the assembled hashers in the hare brief, nobody was really buying it – particularly when he couldn’t remember which way we should set off.
We found the trail, and appeared to be setting off in the usual direction – towards the mountains. No surprises from Belly Dancer’s usual MO. However, there was a twist and we lost quite a bit of time finding the trail as it appeared too head back to the A within 1km – I know BD didn’t have time to scout, but that was ridiculous, and the entire pack was grumbling – “this is wrong”, “i bet we’re on the in trail”, “wtf?”… Fortunately we swung left and trekked back up towards the mountains.
Another V check and virtually the entire pack chose to follow Mr. Poo to the left, leaving me on my own to the right. Mr. Poo kept running through the check back “On-On!”, so I had even more space and didn’t look back. The trail hit the hill and went up, up, up Chuck Wao kept closing the gap, but couldn’t quite catch up. At the cross check, surprisingly Belly Dancer didn’t force us to go any further up and we plunged back down to the bottom of the hill. Chuck Wao and HRA were foxed and had long check backs.
At the bottom of the hill we were back on familiar ground – Dog Shit and S&M were caught short cutting, but apart from the virgins we knew the way home and made it back in around 50 minutes. Afterwards everyone thanked Anything for keeping BD under control – lets hope Skid Mark can keep him under control at the 300 run in a couple of weeks.