South Lake Tahoe Hash

For those of you unfamiliar with the Hash House Harriers - check out the wikipedia description. This blog is written in the typical style of the Hash Trash, which describes the events of the hash and refers to hashers by their nicknames, which are bestowed upon them irreverently. Unnamed hashers are referred to as "Just" before their "nerd names." Bill's hash name is eXceSs and Debby's is Lycktonite.

Once again the call of the wild brought eXceSs out of retirement to lay another “last” trail for the TiTi Hash (our traveling Trailer Trash hash). Since this was going to be in the Land of SLuTs (the South Lake Tahoe Hash), and cHeeK & dOnG and Doggie Style were setting a pub crawl on Friday, we officially declared this a SLuTy TiTi hash.

This story begins many months ago, in May, when Lycktonite, Doggy Style, and eXceSs took their canoes down the Upper Truckee River when it was a-ragin’. In spite of capsizing, losing things, finding things, freezing, warming back up, and doing it again, Lycktonite got it in her head to set a trail here that included rafting down the river. We picked a date in July that seemed to make sense and started planning. I must confess, I was a doubter, because the river dries out during the summer, and gets pretty shallow by mid-July, I didn't think rafting was going to work. Fortunately, a few days before the hash, we had a major storm and the river started flowing a little deeper and faster, and Lycktonite’s vision was affirmed.

We scouted trail once, finding a path from the campground to the river and ignoring several “No Trespassing” signs to see if we could get to the drop-in on the south side of the airport. It soon became apparent that we’d need a different drop-in spot because the river was running so slowly, we’d be out until midnight if we went with the original concept. So we figured out a way to shorten the trail and started working on logistics.

Step one in our logistics problem was where to get the rafts, so we made that easy and told people to bring their own and bought a couple of cheapies for those without. Step two was getting the rafts to the drop-in spot. And along came Just Joe, Suzanne’s new beau with a big-ass pickup truck. Step three was inflating the rafts, since we couldn't fit 30-something inflated rafts in the truck. So we bought a new battery-operated air pump, which gave us three, and the game was on.

The pubcrawl hared by the SLuT GM’s, cHeeK-n-dOnG and Doggie Style, started at Turn 3. The TiTi hashers set out on bikes and were eventually joined by wankers from Yuba City, San Francisco and San Jose, who walked the trail. We were warned that our bikes would be a detriment on the shiggalicious trail and so they were, but we prevailed through pitchers of beer, false trails, beer, over fences, a beer check at the river, crossing Hwy 50 on a Friday night in July, up and around and back again to Steamers for more beers and some grub, and ending up for late night pizza and of course, more beers. All within walking distance of the campground, which kept us all safe, if not sane.

Hares cHeeK-n-dOnG & Doggie Style

Beer check at the Truckee River, under the bridge

We were blessed with a great turnout, with folks coming from the South Bay, Reno, Sacramento, San Francisco, Marysville, Kansas, and on and on. The trail was a typically beautiful Tahoe trail with vistas of the mountains, Truckee River, and the airport. It had lots of checks, falses, back checks, twists and turns, and even a few hills. Everyone made it safely to the drop-in, where we had a snack of tortillas stuffed with penis butter, banana, and chocolate—a suggestion from Poopatrooper that worked out perfectly. We handed out six packs of beer to be carried to the river. The rafts were mostly inflated by the time the pack arrived and the rafting was underway in short order.  

eXceSs doing his "Chalk Talk" (explaining the marks that people may find on the trail)

 And they're off!

The trip down the river was totally fun. We had a couple of bags of wine to augment the beer, which were tossed from raft to raft, until Fairy Plunger got one and didn't want to let go. Fortunately, Missed Her Sister wasn't present, so we didn't have to worry about water cannons. There were a few spots where we had to disembark and carry the rafts, but the timing worked out well and soon enough we were on our way back to the campground for circle and a keg of Sierra Nevada.

I can’t remember much about Circle, except that we were blessed by a surprise visit from Missy Pissy, the TiTi H3 Religious Advisor. Unfortunately, she ended having a little too much fun on trail so Panty Free stepped in and did a great job, as usual.

On Sunday, those that survived the night and didn't have to leave early, wandered down to the river again to chill out, bag a few rays, hit on the newbies, and name one of our Virgins. Missy Pissy and Rock Cock had invited a Virgin, Just  Jane, who brought Just Alix to the hash who had a bit of a mishap with the chocolate, penis butter, and banana snack, and was aptly named, “Chocolate Squirter,” pretty much assuring she’ll never cum back.

Traditional Naming Ceremony Followed by Baptism with Flour