Archive | July, 2014

Free Beer’s Avon Descent

Just a head’s up that Free Beer is participating in this weekend’s Avon Descent.

Her details:

My avon descent race number is 629

My kayak colour is Tiger stripes

On On

Free Beer (nervous)

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Hare: Dripper
On On: Mountain Quarry, Boya

It’s telling when it rains hard enough during the day to wash away the Hare’s flour tin while he’s still setting the run, but thankfully the downpours had eased by 4 o’clock. The run involved a fair amount of “up”, but admittedly it could have been worse.  One particularly nasty false trail had Passiona and I almost affixing our crampons and tossing up ropes…before sending us back again, 30 seconds shy of succumbing to nose bleeds. The trail reached just before the Goat Trail, hair-pinned just below Greenmount Library and led us home along the old railway/bridle path.

Down-downs were applied to the that infamous scoundrel Passiona for short-cutting, and also Pablo for materialising well ahead of the pack.
Lady Gaga received a stiff ginger beer for baring her new shoes.
Pickup Chick snagged a pack of smokes with FOUR brand new dorries still unlit.  Score.
Leapfrog received dishonourable mention for leading the walkers astray in the first five seconds of the walk, and Dripper also for expecting she wouldn’t.
There was more…and something about me wearing pink frilly ladies undies over my monk’s habit.  Nothing to see here; move along.  Any photos pertaining to this are surely forgeries.

Lastly, and seriously, one of the cars was broken into (smashed driver’s side window) and some items stolen.  Not much we can do if we are all out and about during the run, but if anyone noticed anything out of the ordinary, they could perhaps contact GPS.

On On,
El Keeno

 

Everything was awesome

Hares: Passiona/Leapfrog
On On: Their place, Sawyers Valley

Where to begin? I think I’ll describe today’s run in a form of deranged splodge.

Arrive
Milling around a warm fire
Horn blares
FORM A CIRCLE!
Away we go. Will it rain?
Run pant run pound run RUN RUN
Oh…now we’re back.
Down downs and finishy bits
So many gleaming cylinders of mystery…I devour their insides with digestive possibilities
Dumplings, bread, soup, oranges, BIRTHDAY CAKES…HOORAY!
Quizzy whizzy…Freddos fly across the room
Darkness, a white square

Wow…anyway, I needed something to do while ignoring my kids, so you got that.  The run was good.  As it was the annual Soup Run we all brought a can and shared soup, with lots of bread, while we gathered around the toasty fire.  As it was also Passiona’s birthday we had cupcakes. Leapfrog had a quizz organised, which was lots of fun but made me realise how forgetful I am.  A showing of The Lego Movie followed.
Thanks again to the Hares for a great time.  The Moon Gate is now official open.

On On,
El Keeno

Super Perfect Run & AGM Roundup

Hare: El Keeno
On On: Nicholl St, Glen Forrest

So…in reverse order of the title of this post:

THE AGM

Restaurant: Nice but noisy.  Needs some added sound absorbent materials (or maybe for us to all not be talking at once).  Food was mintox. Service was excellent.
Drink: Ample.
Proceedings: Chaotic as usual, but we got there.

Awards:

  • Hare (set most runs): El Keeno
  • Hound (ran most runs): Pink Bits
  • Hash Dash (motivation award for new/keen runner): Frodo
  • Short Cutting Bastard (self explanatory):  P Merah
  • Run of the Year: Red Light
  • Any more?

New positions:

  • Grand Master: Scarlett Runner Bean
  • Vice: Passiona
  • On Sec: Dripper
  • Hash Monk (R.A.): El Keeno
  • Hash Cash: Leapfrog
  • Hash Splash: Little Weed
  • Hash Hacker: El Keeno
  • Hash Haberdash: Dosh
  • Hash Scribe: El Keeno
  • Hash Nosh: Red Light
  • Hash Horn: Passiona
  • Hash Flash / Historian: Leapfrog
  • Hash Mash: Tickhead

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RUN REPORT

Super duper, ala Peter T. Hooper (according to how scrambled eggs are done by Dr Seuss).

Anyway, clocked over an hour to get back, so perhaps longish, and a few spots we had to fight the bush.  Three runners absconded along the way, perhaps lured back home by the promise of beer. SCB twisted an ankle, then used the power of her tiny unicorn horseshoe to heal completely by run’s end.

Fines were doled out to: front running bastards, a self-admitted nose picker (only 4 years old, so I suppose that is some excuse),  someone reporting the footy score … that’s all I can recall.

On On,
El Keenp

Into Every Life…

Well, up to Bickley we went, Red Dwarf, being super keen, got there an hour early. For such a wet and rainy afternoon there was a surprisingly large turnout, and Dosh assured us she had use a large portion of the wheat belt’s output setting the trail. And an excellent trail it was, not too steep, not too flat and yours truly managed the whole thing with dry socks, thus avoiding all of the screaming, crying and weeks of complaining that attends such an incident.

The walk was well set apparently, with only GPS becoming lost and taking Pink Bits with him. The circle was held in Dosh and Justfig’s pool room and all agreed ’twas an excellent way to spend a rainy afternoon. During the cirle Justfig appeared with a bag of baby, Pink Bits gave us an extended precis of the AGPU and Red Dwarf drank a toast to the joys of being early. We then retired to teach Red Whine how to use a pool cue.

ON ON,
Dripper.