Dearest Friends,
As long as we're on the subject of "the Hash", I thought I might as well share a few photos with you.
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We had a choice of riding two buses to wherever our trail of the day began: the family bus, or the bawdy bus. Mr. Brad enjoyed being one of the song-leaders on the bawdy bus. |
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If you actually managed to find your way to the grog truck at the end of the trail a certain number of times, they held a ceremony in your honor. |
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Here my hubby is being "christened" with his official hash name: Slick Lane! (that water was icy cold) |
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Later, little Austin became "Slow Lane" and I became "Lover's Lane" -- not for any particular reason, though. They just couldn't resist using that play on words. We ended up with quite the collection of hash t-shirts. |
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The local people who saw us trekking through the jungle thought we were very strange, and delighted in leading us astray. |
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A couple of times per year, we celebrated with an official Hash Dinner at the restaurant, complete with entertainment. Here one of the teachers, Mr. D., demonstrates "The Amazing Bass-0-Matic"! |
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Anybody recognize the diva in the yellow hip-scarf? The one who's channeling her inner Diana Ross? That just happens to be our newest addition to "The Muses" here in Wimberley -- Painter Woman! |
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Looks like she even managed to get our oh-so-proper British physician to channel his inner diva as well! Yep, I'm pretty sure that's Doc Connelly there in the middle. |
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