Archive | May, 2013

Not one tomato in sight

Hares: Uphill/Downhill
On On: Tomato Lake, Kewdale

Yes, if one was wanting to see many red fruits (them being tomatoes) at the Tomato Lake, one would have been severely disappointed…and one was.

A small troop of three runners started off, and somehow the ghostly Hare was always only one step behind us…almost mockingly. I felt very mockable by the end, as I was thoroughly stuffed and had to walk the last k or so. Anyway, the run was quite a thorough tour of the local streets. I felt prematurely glad when we returned to Tomato Lake, as I had no idea was was in fact as large as it was…and it took a further 5 minutes to reach Home, as opposed to the further 5 seconds I had been hoping for. Oh well. I got there in the end.

Someone told me not to forget something, and to remember to  mention it… Oh yes! Pickup Chick won the “guess the number of rubbish bags” competition, with a guess of 185 if I am not mistaken.

That’s it.
On On
El Keeno

What a rubbish run!

Hare: Leapfrog (kind of)
On On: Sculpture Park, Mundaring (kind of)

Today was the annual/occasional clean up of Mundaring Weir Road. We assembled in our teams and headed out to the direction of our task-mistress, aka Leapfrog. Gloves on hands, we diligently collected all the refuse and rubbish found along the wayside. My particular little group was thanked by a passing motorist (thank you back) and we returned to base last of all, just as dark had settled, glad to see the beer was out and the bbq well tended.

A generous dinner of snags and hamburgers, with onions and mushrooms, followed. Desserts and hot drinks (milo=yum) helped warm the chilled bones.

Lots of interesting articles and curbside goodies were displayed in the circle, including transformer thongs, kids toys, porn (the internet must be full and now it’s bursting out all over the ground), a windsurfer component, gloves, hats…and much more.

Other stuff happened, but that’s all I remember.

On On
El Keeno

Special price from Leapfrog for guessing the number of bags:


Hare: Dosh and Little Weed
On On: somewhere in Walliston

Mother’s Day competed with Hash for participants, but we ended up with enough to get going (and somehow enough nibblies to feed an army at the end).

Dosh informed us it was a short 6 km run, as opposed to a long 6 km run. (It felt like a short 10 km run to me.)

It was quite a lovely spot of bush to run through…quite a lot of narrow, snaking trails. There were a lot of checks, and the trails started immediately after, keeping the pace fast. At one point I became slightly disoriented and couldn’t quite find my way back onto the trail. Luckily, after a bit of wandering parallel to the calls of Passiona and Dripper, I discovered the trail and only had to wait a minute before they joined me. Quite fortuitous, I must say. 😉

One lucky moment also involved Passiona realising we had actually rejoined the outward trail and were now about to run the whole run for a second time, so thankfully after having only gone a hundred metres or so, we turned around and found the actual trail.

On returning home we discovered Skimpy and Free Beer, having arrived late and done their own thing. Skimpy was rightly fined in the circle, and Free Beer likewise for following him. Lady Gaga was fined for being gorgeous. (I’m still waiting to be brought up on the same charge…*sniff.) Pickups for the run were rather measly…some bit of plastic. Not up to par, I must say!

Walkers wandered around and did whatever it is they do… bless ’em.

All in all, a good run, and much better than seeing my rotten mum (just kidding!, love ya, Mum).

On On
El Keeno


The Silence of the Hounds

On On: Jane Brook
Hare: Tickhead, Pickup Chick and family

Hills Hash likes to move with the times. In fact, sometimes we move IN FRONT of the times. This run started from a place so new, not even google knew about it. …like walking off the edge of the universe.

Anyway, after having semi-recovered from a bout of gastro (if anyone else catches it, it wasn’t from me!) I bolted after the pack beside a late Dosh. Flour (and chalk) was heavy, checks were sparse, so the pack (of three) set a fast pace. We clambered to the top of National Park Road and followed it down to Mussel Pool (do they still call it that?) and from there parallel back along Pechey Road via the bush track. Roos were plenty and the grass was starting to green, so there were some picturesque spots along the way. Running along the creek bed was a nice touch…a part of that area I’ve never tread. Views of the city from the higher points were also pretty choice (to channel my inner kiwi).

We came home at just over an hour, reaching home alongside the walkers for a well-timed end. (All except Hoover, who liked the run so much he stayed out until a chauffeur cold be sent for him).

All in all, a decent virgin run.

On On
El Keeno