Hares: Krusty and Master Beater
Where: Fish Creek Park, at the south end of Elbow Drive
On-In: On the Rocks Pub and Grill
Big Rock: with ice
Without a doubt, it was one hail of a trail.
Torrents of rain pummeled hashers along the banks of Fish Creek, and visibility was next to nothing. Hail peppered the pack as they searched fruitlessly for a safe haven. Thunder boomed and lightning crackled as some — not naming any names, cough, Dementia, cough — apparently didn't know it wasn't a good idea to stand in a creek during a lightning storm.
The relentless downpour turned trails at Fish Creek Park into mini-streams. Water gushed from storm sewers, making the area under MacLeod Trail look like a baby Niagara Falls. Piles of hailstones along the pathway looked a bit like snow, and was about as cold as snow. It also prompted Dastardly to shower poor, unsuspecting Pink Meat and Beetlejuice with hail down their backs.
Of course, some enjoyed it, such as Dreary and the Dancing Bear troupe, who took the opportunity to dance amid the weather madness.
And just like that, it was over.
Hardly, the epitome of weather vigilance, warned the hash in the circle that it might rain. Co-hares Krusty and Master Beater started to worry, at least a little, as the sky turned black. At the start of the run, it was pissing rain, then it stopped for awhile, but then the skies opened up with a vengeance.
The drowned-rat hashers found their way back to the parking lot at the end of Elbow Drive, many changed into dry clothing, and headed to On the Rocks Pub and Grill, where virgin Guest RA Rag Head handed out down-downs. For instance:
As the evening ended, hashers squished their way to the door, hoping that their shoes would dry out in time for the next hash.
Maybe it'll happen, maybe not.
Duke of Hurl
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