The Edmonton hash last night was good. They drew a large crowd, perhaps 40-50 half-minds, probably because the weather was ideal.
Last night’s trail had some shiggy and we waded through water a few times. Fortunately the one point where a wasps nest was located had been pointed out so we could avoid getting stung. I can’t say that I saw a lot of flour however as the trail had been laid the night before and rain had occurred and the dollops were scant. I guessed wrong on every check and turn of trail, and even had to box off trail to get back to the pack at one point.
Their circle was familiar but different, using many more sex-related props than an Atlanta-based hash. At one point I was wrongly accused of talking and made to sit in “time out” in circle with a bucket on my head. I’m not sure what was going on with the long ice pops they gave some people. And of course I did a down-down for being a visitor, singing Black Sheep’s version of “My Favorite Things” before drinking. All in all it was a fun time.