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Foxy chose Wat Umong for her debut Saturday run and there was a good turnout again. We set of on a familiar trail with Mr. Poo having a home field advantage. Quickly it was clear the trail was only going to go up, but before it did we twisted around some checks with HRA guilty of some silent running.

As we hit the hills we went up a narrow path made worse because of the rain, and Belly Dancer bailed out, eventually returning mid circle with Screwed Up and Toejam. A circle check at the waterfall tricked Chuck Wao, and enabled young virgin (silent running) Nathan to get clear as we plummeted down the hill back to the cars.

Sups was tragically hungover for the circle and asked Chuck Wao to assist, whereupon Chuck Wao told us longwinded stories about carrots and fish bones! Cheers Foxy!

HRA set today’s run and as Mr. Poo said, the bits that Cum A Lot set were good…..  From the abandoned house under Doi Kham temple, for once we didn’t set off up the temple steps and we ambled off down the road as Snail Trail – the hash sniff – attempted to confuse us before we got on paper and set off running.  The first check ducked into a field with a big lake – Skid Mark found the trail, while I foolishly took the long way around the lake.

The next couple of checks didn’t do me any favours either and I was playing catch up as we hit the familiar Ag Center running ground. HRA had clearly thought about the checks and did a good job of sending the FRBs in the wrong directions – except for Skid Mark that is. Having scouted every possible route for the 1,000 run, he was honed in on the trail and led the way for much of the run.

Most of the trail was flat, but we finally got into some hills and finally Skid Mark took a wrong turn and Jungle Chim hit the front. We scrambled over a waterfall, which gave Dick Tracy another crash award and a bloody knee. Jungle Chim gleefully led the way, but we didn’t see him again until much later – who knows where he got lost.

The hares had warned us about a dodgy check, and in true hash fashion we screwed it up – but kept going on paper. It seemed like a long run, but was around 6+km and FRBs came in at around 50 minutes. With the celebrated absence of the GM, Pamela ran the circle today and did a great job of keeping it short – while covering all the necessary business – who needs Horny A Monkey?