Asheville H3

Hash Trash from Trail #18

So who was there?

NFN Jon (Hare)   Jack the Ripper (Hare)   and 12 pack members to be updated.

AVL H3 Trail #18 Hash Trash 

The hash started with some beer drinking outside the Social Security Office.  After realizing that the office was closed, we apologized to Bad Dad and decided to hash.  We sent the hares away, Jack the Ripper almost got away without the beer anointment, but luckily received his proper blessing.  After 13 minutes of bullshitting and beer guzzling, the pack started walking in a lazy, post-Friday-night-hangover sort of way.  Two minutes later and the pack was off, albeit in a PBR-induced amnesia (anesthesia?) helping us forget the post-Friday-night-hangover.  This amnesic effect lasted about two minutes, then most people started walking again.  The trail wasted no time with a long pavement pounding checkback.  Some hill climbing and we reached the first of several chain link fences we would have to hop over.  Another false trail and we were on our way again.  The trail led up a hill into some homeless squats in the woods, surrounded with empty beer cans.  We continued up the hill, past the friendly squatters, and found ourselves at the top of the mountain cut that brings I-240 from East Asheville into downtown.  Spectacular views and some lip locking were both engaged in.  After spotting the Hares on the other side of the road gap, and giving a quick tit check, we continued down the other side of the mountain.  Top Cum was the completely oblivious FRB that followed all the bad trails, most people just followed the trail around to the obvious bridge that crosses the interstate, while NFN Jensen tried to make his way towards Johnson City, and Bad Dad said fuck it all, hurling himself in front of interstate traffic.  Another tit check, a dick check, a dead opossum, some bees, and several squats later, and we were on the other side of the road gap drinking cheap, but refreshingly cold beer.  Once everyone regrouped, NFN Jensen and Mount-Hee finished off the last couple beers via shotgunning (whining was involved), and we continued onward.  Another squat and some shiggy later, and we were just up the hill from the Greyhound station.  Top Cum wanted to catch a bus until he was informed of true trail from up the road, to which he attempted to take the most difficult route possible up the hill, and was further informed (via chalk writing on the road) that he loves cock... no doubt a love note left by the hares.  Two bad trails later, and we were cutting through some shiggy, trying to avoid tetanus and hepatitis.  After crossing Tunnel Rd. and cutting through a few more parking lots, we found ourselves once again sipping cheap beer.  After some tasty fries and oranges, some beveraging, and some animated stories, we all loaded up in the back of the pickup truck.  After riding in what might as well have been a rally car, we arrived back at the Social Security office for some religion.  More beer was consumed, accusations were made, and punishments dealt equitably.  We tried to have a naming, but failed miserably.  We ended the circle with a nice round of "Swing Low Sweet Chariot" and parted ways.  A good time was had by all.
 

Until next time... On-on ---///--->

Mount Hee