1 Oct. 2017
Darlington prides itself in its artistic accomplishments. Not to be outdone the Hare presented to the Hills Hash House Harriers a drama production consisting of three acts on a sunny Sunday afternoon. Act 1 consisted in a traverse of Glebe Ave onto the bridal path. After a couple of checks there was an intermission while the FRB’s decided to check for some marks up a 45-degree slope. The hare was noticeably reluctant to follow. Act 2 was a delightful meander along the bubbling Nyaania brook ending up at the Glen Forest superblock. Act 3 was a forceful finish along bush trails to avoid pounding the pavement of Ryecroft Rd. The GM and RA must have been rolling in the flowered meadows of Piessed Brook as they were “no shows” thus Dripper took it upon himself to be the leader of the circle’s entertainment. Long-time no sees in the form of White Pointer, Wisecrack and Spekle were welcomed back. A new walker, Carmen was a welcome addition to the youth group. After the usual On Down’s it was over and we socialized over a pleasant BBQ.
On On till next week in Piesse Brook….P. Merah
Talbot Trials and Tribulations
Most members drove to the start location in raining weather and were probably thinking…why I am doing this? Nevertheless the RA prevailed and the clouds cleared for the start of the run in Talbot reserve. The route more or less circumvented the park with the Hare making sure that large quantities of sand underfoot were encountered. After a quick 20 minutes of flower viewing the drink stop was reached. The hare, Sheepshunter, was dishing out German Beer; alcoholic and non-alcoholic. Did this have anything to do with the German election being held that Sunday? Methinks all those who went for the non-alcoholic beer should have been relegated to an East German prison camp for their sins. It soon became obvious that the FRB’s led us astray and missed a portion of the run which meant that after the drink stop we headed out again to do the missing bits; well some of us did….where were you GPS? The circle was well placed adjacent to the heavy traffic on Talbot road. Welcome backs to the Tickhead family who were getting too much sunshine in Karratha and were in need of a dose of Perth winter weather. New runner Jessica promised to return next week. There were, some other charges, a birthday cake and plenty of Aussie beer to wash it down. On On till next week in Darlington….
Well, yours truly was somewhat geographically challenged this week, getting Jorgensen Park and Sculpture Park slightly mixed up. So, better late than never, and with a chalked direction, and a few who stayed to point the way I ran after the pack.
An excellent run, well up to GPS usual high standard. Including the odd hole in a fence, a few hills and some lovely bush. In various places criss-crossing the walkers path saw the pack sauntering in a similar time frame for the usual refreshment.
A circle was held with charges, a main one being turning up to the wrong place. After which several of us retired to the barbie. Despite her obvious 70’s over-the-top body confusing our youth and the dubious overtones of unobtainable and false beauty, I was forced to conclude she does cook a mean steak.
After a few hours getting a bit wet, Pink Bits and Dripper awaited the arrival of the pack. As it turned out, what arrived was a six pack. Yes 5 walkers and 3 runners (including 2 hares). Dripper was quite chuffed that, with 1 exception, all of the false trails were run in full. Curiously enough when 2 runners are zipping down a false trail, and there is no one else, the hare has to run the falsies too.
The circle was somewhat informal and quite sweet, as we tucked into something that sounds like sad Japanese soup, but tasted wonderful, in order to celebrate Pink Bits twenty first birthday since 1993.
We then retired gracefully into the Chidlow Tavern for dinner. A 100% turnout! The day was actually fairly hot, considering the weather, and we did get a bit rained on. So that made us all warm, wet and willing.
After a trek of a few hundred kilometres, 9 stops, bacon and egg sandwiches, op shops and a winery Pink Bits and Maid Muffin arrived at Tanglewood cottage for the much anticipated “Hash Away”. Joined a short time later by yours truly after brief stops at a few wineries and a long stop at another, with Little Weed and Double D bringing up the rear. Our hosts, Leapfrog and Paasiona already being in residence.
Saturday was spent watching the rain and the football, with various wanders around the estate and much discussion of the next days “run” at Bluff Knoll, with Leapfrog and Dripper determined to make the attempt, whether the weather was only fit for a wether or not (see what I did there?).
In the event it was a glorious day, full of cloud and cool breezes with very little rain, and just the sort of day one imagined Edmund Hillary would have enjoyed for his quick romp up Everest. With a song in our hearts we started the climb up Bluff Knoll (after a quick 2.5 hour drive) only to be confused that the first part of the trail was on down!! Dripper bounded ahead, due to exuberance and something young in tight jeans and then managed to misread a perfectly adequate triangle, following a false trail up beside a waterfall until the trail got too steep to attempt without ropes. Returning, he did eventually find both the stairs and the pack.
At the top we were treated to a magnificent view and regular buzzing by the local gliding club who were flying their magnificent silent beasts of the sky, not far above the summit.
We retired to Mount Barker where, after walking around the town for several hundred years, we found Leapfrogs pie shop, which we were beginning to think was a joke the locals played on visitors. Leapfrog managed to bait the local boganry into putting more than three words into a sentence, a truly sterling effort.
All were agreed ’twas a magic time and retired reinvigorated for the journey home.
And now here is the true story, as told by Leapfrog:
A small group of hashers headed to Tanglewood Cottage to enjoy a long weekend at Passiona and Leapfrog’s holiday home near Pemberton.
Leapfrog had promised a fun weekend with the usual feasting, drinking and amusing activities. This year it included a duck race and a BIG hill hash run on the Sunday.
Saturday started with most of the hashers heading to the Quinni Pub to watch the grand final. It poured with rain most of the day so the Inaugural Tanglewood Duck Race was postponed until late afternoon. The flotilla of 17 little rubber ducks all had hash names and the wind was meant to blow them across the lake to the finish line. The problem was we had no wind , Robo duck (Passiona) decide to fly across the lake so he was immediately disqualified and the rest enjoyed playing in the reeds until dark.
Sunday dawned fine and at 6:00AM the alarms went off and gongs broke the morning silence. After a quick breakfast we loaded into two cars and headed to the Stirling Ranges. Pink Bits stayed at the cottage on ‘Duck Watch’ But in fact disappeared off on a winery tour.
Most of us had climbed Bluff Knoll in our younger days and had forgotten the path went straight up. In fact it was 3Km of uneven steps with some sheer drop off’s for added interest. Halfway up Dripper took a false trail up the sheer rock face of a waterfall – I think he wanted to try out his new waterproof outfit.
Luckily the weather on the mountain was perfect and our wet weather gear was not needed. The mountain views were spectacular, the wild flowers glorious and the climb exhilarating, especially as we had gliders gracefully circling the peak.
To celebrate our achievement we headed to Mt Barker for a stop at the famous bakery to sample their award winning pies.
Leapfrog will now go down in hash history for organising the highest hash run – 1080 meters and the longest, approximately 4 hours (including photo and chocolate stops).
Well done all out Bluff Knoll climbers – Passiona, Dripper, Little weed, Double D, Made Muffin (alias Gadget Gran) and Leapfrog.
And that duck race – well it became a duck chuck. The ‘Plucky Duck Cup’ was won by Leapfrog’s little green duck that landed with a duck-in-one on her first throw.
Passiona, having been dragged unwillingly from slumber by the ever organized Leapfrog (yes Uphill and Downhill I spelled that with a “z”, it’s the kind of devil may care rebel I am) then discovered the cancellation of the much awaited “Trek-the-Trail” and found himself messaging other Hashers to inform them of our trailessness (and now I’m making words up).
Meanwhile, just on the lower slopes of the Scarp, Pink Bits, Maid Muffin and Dripper made plans for a Trek of their own. Passiona and Leapfrog decided to go for a wander around Sawyers Valley, and the three of the more vertically challenged abodes, decided to strike a brave path along the wilds of the Parkerville Bridle Trail. Throwing caution to the wind (of which, it turns out, there was a reasonable amount) they headed down the hill from Main Muffins domicile, turning Eastward to who knows where.
After a time the brave trio stopped to look at an owner built house, climbing a treacherous rocky path in order to see the sign reading…
Then they went home. Or, at least attempted to do so when the rain and storm started in earnest. Which is when they made the fateful decision to stop at By The Brooke, have a jolly nice brekky with some lovely coffee and let Maid Muffins Lieutenant (can everyone please pronounce “Leff-tenant ” in their head just there?) came to pick us up.
Everyone will be happy to know we did a down-down and sang the Hash Song, right before they tossed us out…
Well, the first thing we noticed about the run was that the Parky has become a bit more popular on a Sunday Arvo than it used to be. Having negotiated the one or two parking spots available the assembled group were ready and waiting for my pearls of wisdom.
Now, long before (although in the same Galaxy, more or less) I had been informed by various of “Team Hash” that (a) some could not help with the walk and (b) I shouldn’t set a walk. So, with some trepidation, I left the walkers in the care of Leapfrog, who promised that the falls she wanted to see “weren’t that far”.
Shortly before the hare had been busted trying to cross private property, so the run, rather than being a shade long, was actually a bit short. Suffice it to say that the runners had plenty of time for a couple of cartons of beer and a surfing holiday to Bali whilst we waited for the return of the final walkers. We amused ourselves watching Pink Bits waving frantically from the verandah of the Parky Pub.
After the circle (consisting largely of observations of how dark it was) a group retired to the Pub, meeting a long time lost Two Stroke.
Everyone agreed they had had a really really long time.