On On: Coolgardie St, Mundaring
Once upon a day so dreary
Hashers Hashed back Home unweary
because, as I must now report:
the run was done, the run was short.
The Hare did fret we’d all complain,
if caught out running in the rain.
Perhaps the Hare forgot that day:
we’d keep complaining anyway.
Report: so yes, a slightly short run, designed in case of rain, but still enjoyed. Some nice false trails that caused us to track back a few times. Somehow both the Hare and the pack managed to run in the wrong place on several occasions, as they sure weren’t where I was, and I was fairly sure I was in the right spot. (Perhaps they were slightly more “on trail” than me, but that is just a minor point.)
Walkers all came back alive, so full points there.
Note: AGM soon, so bring back any trophies, awards ASAP. Bring back any lame duck, Madonna’s pointy bra or whatever paraphernalia might still be with you.