I do not get it. It’s the absolute best time of year to be outdoors, whether hashing or bashing or just walking the dogs, and only three of us showed up for the bash this morning. What the hell, people?
Since Deep Dish, me, and our hare Redheaded Woodpecker were the only ones to show [...]
Hare’s diary, Sunday, July 21st:
What a morning! Up at six, getting the house and bicycles ready, running out in the car to make sure yesterday’s rains hadn’t turned the dry washes that cross my planned trail into flood zones, zipping back in time to help the beer angel load the cooler into the back [...]
The announcement for this bicycle hash was bungled by yours truly, who told everyone to show up at Deep Dish’s house at 10 AM instead of 9 AM, when it would have been at least a little cooler. So not only did Deep Dish and Redheaded Woodpecker have to wait an extra hour before haring, [...]
January, one week after a vicious cold snap, blue skies and temperatures in the low 70s … what a perfect day for a bash!
Spot Remover & Missed a Spot invited us to meet them this morning at the corner of Tanque Verde and Sabino Canyon. They promised a 12-15 mile trail with hills and [...]
It rained all weekend and right up to an hour before the start of this month’s bash, but a bash is a bash so we loaded the bikes and drove to the start at Fruchthendler School on Cloud Road. We arrived to find the hares, Illegal Entry and Redheaded Woodpecker, in the middle of an [...]
Today’s trail was set by Yoda. Yoda trails should only be attempted by advanced hashers, those who, as we say, get the concept. Do you get the concept? Take this short quiz and find out!
You encounter this symbol on trail. You should:
a. Turn right b. Turn left c. Continue straight ahead [...]
Pedalfiles H3 @ Hi Corbett Field
Left to right: Appendage, Yoda, NHN John, Hash Jive, Pearl of the Andes, Wankers Aweigh, Pick’n’Flick, Hot Legs. Redheaded Woodpecker is in front. I snapped today’s group photo before quite everyone had shown up. Master Meat Finder arrived a few minutes later and, along with Hot Legs and [...]
Somewhere in my deleted emails there’s a message from the hares telling me exactly how to get to their house in a remote area south of Tucson. I trashed it as soon as I typed the address into Google Maps, naturally, because, well, Google. Big mistake. Google Maps delivered us to the wrong street in [...]