Richmond H3

Camped overnight at Jellystone Park (Yogi Berra?) and attended the
Richmond hash on Wednesday. Hare was Rambo who I guess is known for
gnarly trails. I know it was in the G-H-E-T-T-O.
Residents actually called the cops to check us out, not usually many
large groups of white people in that neighborhood.
To put it simply, trail was short, nasty and (sorry Rambo) could have
used better marking when changing direction.
When the hare has to sweep and tell the pack, "Don't go that way,
can't you see the marks turning!" It probably means those directional
changes could have been clearer. We are half-minds after all.
Nevertheless, the rest of trail was well marked. Briars, sewer creeks
and all. I still haven't gotten that sliver of wood out of my shin.
It's not a real trail without blood, right?
Circle was also pretty quick (we figured it was a good idea to get out
by dark) with the FRB getting a paddle, the DFL getting a flag and a
little bit o' swing low.
There was even hash drama after everyone left between Rambo and Chew-my-baca.
See, Rambo had a tunnel, but not eeveryone had flashlights. Rambo
brought extras, Chewie got the dive light (not cheap).
Some point after the hash the dive light disappeared. Rambo asked for
it back, Chewie looked all over, but couldn't find it. Offered to give
Rambo cash for it, Rambo got a tad bit parental about it, "When
someone lends you something, they expect to get it back."
Chewie got pissed, threw everything out of his car, gave Rambo 60
bucks and... yikes!
Rambo took the money and left, I helped The Kitchen Sink and Chewie
re-load the car and we went to the on-after.
On they way there they stopped for gas, and while talking with Chewie
to calm him down, he asks me to grab the flashlight off the hood where
it was sitting the whole time!
I immediately fell over laughing. Chewie felt like an ass, but laughed as well.
Again we head to the On-After, this time stopping to help out a guy
whose car is on fire on the Interstate (can I count this as a bizarre
night yet?) which consisted of us telling him to quit trying to pull
stuff out of his car (there were no other occupants) before the damn
thing blew.
Once the cops arrived though we moved on, finally arriving to the On-After.
Rambo wasn't there so we ate, chatted with the other hashers, then
chatted with the Confederate re-enactment regimen that came in
(wtf!?).
Chewie and TKS offered me crash space, which I graciously accepted.
All in all a good, but damn bizarre Wednesday in Richmond as I got
ready for the Every Day Is Wednesday hash on Thursday. But that's
another post.