Yes the location was faaaaar but NOT remote, Shark argues. He’ll show us remote!! (Is that a threat?)
The SharkMeister made us travel 2 and a half hours out of Calgary, risk our lives on gravel roads and eat dust for 35 minutes, but the destination was well worth the long journey.
Trail was a floofy cloud of green moss, interspersed with gurgling brooks and stunning lake views.
Some sexual offenses happened on trail. · Supposedly Slippy and Lying Sack of Shit disappeared behind trees for some “bush play”. This is just hearsay though. · Maple shared his fluids with Liquor Lots, and there is photographic evidence of her sucking on his thingy.
Post trail, Shark delivered – again! – and served us freshly barbecued burgers with all the trimmings, including not one but two types of home made pickles. Here are two harriettes opening wide for Shark’s meat:
For the first time in a reaaaally long time (2017?), a Rocky Mountain trail was set. Hump the Shark chose what turned out to be a beautiful April day to do so. In addition, it was April 22nd – i.e. 2-2, and this constitutes an excuse to wear a tutu, which hashers go out of their way to do.
We had a small contingent of die hard hashers, a new boot and a representative of the next generation.
Trail was HORSESHIT, nay (neigh)… BULLSHIT. It was truly shitty, like… literally. There were all kinds of animal droppings along trail (deer, horse, cow… bear probably). Hump gave us lots of other shiggy too: snow, mud, and shrubbery. And views! So many epic views!
After the run, orange food group and hamburgers made their appearance, as well as libations. Despite the scribe’s excellent recommendation to go for Coors Light (the official beer of the Rocky Mountains – best served Rocky Mountain ), the hares opted for the more conservative President’s choice Red Ale and IPA.
We finally had confirmation of what we always knew: Hump enjoys the meat. He takes twice as much meat as most:
Our hostess Kim finally was named and will henceforth answer to the name 2SOH (2Shits, One Hole)
On On! PMS
A Drinking Club with a Running Problem — The Calgary Hash House Harriers