23 hounds showed up for the 2nd Annual Kramden Birthday run. There was one FNG named Bart Simspon who looked exactly like Pinnocular (only smaller). The box was announced and the assembled headed up to Mt. Topuchao.  Hajji Peewee acquiesced to come out of injured reserve status to drive the beer truck, and he brought the ready to pop Acute Angina to help.  Once all of the hounds were in the box, the hares announced special instructions (pink ribbon and all arrows were 100%).  After this the hares were off and Dog Leg ‘splained the instructions to the FNG’s.   Kramden leaped into the back of Pinnouclars pickup while Happy Pockets rode shotgun.  50 miles per hour down the Topuchau road and Kramden was trying to “drop” on on’s which eventually looked like white streaks to the hounds behind.  A checking at the Old Japanese Road and then down the ring road, stop to set another check and Tonguesicle and Dr. Dans road, and then another 60 MPH race on Laderan Tagpuchau to the end of the road. It was here that the hares jumped out of the truck, at a place called Eddot.  A checking here took most of the pack down to the entrance to the betel nut farm (all except walkie-talkies Laprobe and Capt. George, who followed old red ribbon up a false trail and ended up in the boonies in the dark).  The true trail continued down this road, into an “S” which passes the trail that goes down to Juan Deda’s Gualo Rai property (Christmas Ridge).  The trail continued down to a tin fence (and an arrow pointing into the fence) which has all sorts of horrible nasty words written on it.  The arrow was a good idea because no one wanted to go in this farm and risk getting wounded by irate farmers (but we had permission).   Anyway, so over the fence and down into a valley called Kannt Tabla Katan which actually used to be a jeep trail that runs all the way down to Chalan Kiya.  The trail went down a farm road, past betel palms and bread fruit trees, and then into an area behind a little shack with more bad words written on it.  Here is where the betel plantation really began.  The trail meandered through the plantation, and all along the trail were betel nuts, and mangoes, and boonie peppers.  Pretty soon the trail dropped down into a rain gully and this is where it got scary.  The rains of the previous weeks had really slicked this trail up and many was the foot that got banged from slipping off a rock and hitting another.  This trail continued down almost to a farm, where another arrow took the pack left past some unexploded ordnance, over a rise, and down to another gully.  Another arrow took the pack on a traversing trail just above the farm and the road, up and down, (Blow Job of course led Costello, Dr. Dan, and Tonguesicle on a false trail and they ended up hitch hiking to BOG and their cars) and eventually came to the water stop (which many people feared was only half way).   From here the trail traversed a steeper hill and went up until it hit Sabanan Gallego, where San Pedro Chapel is located. The FRB’s came up the trail about 14 minutes after the hares.  A dog bit Pinnocular, unable to run, helped prepare the firewood.  After dark, a vehicle run was done, and after locating Laprobe by cell phone, the Tyrant went to pick her and Capt. George up.  Once everyone was back at the On Home, Religion was piped to order.  The hares gave each other great honor for the hard work and for running the trail ¾ live.  Next courtesies were called forward and done.  Mr. Happy Pockets  presented Pinnoucular with the Croix de Grrrr  and a box of dog biscuits for the next time he goes to ask farmers for use of their property.  Once all of the preliminary stuff was out of the way, Ciega got up and passed out the Birthday cupcakes, and then gave Kramden a personal gift (S.U.Y.T.) Then more people got up and gave the Tyrant all sorts of cool things for himself, and also for the Hash (Water Gun). More flashes and more cool gifts and jokes,  and a new version of Archibald Assholebrook, and then it was time to retire the vessel.  The area was policed, Swing Low was sung, and everyone headed home, including the Tyrant because by now it was really late.

AGANA HHH 1000TH RUN, AUGUST 11.
HONOLULU H3 1000TH, AUGUST 17-18
AMERICAS INTERHASH, AUSTIN TEXAS, AUGUST 28- SEPT 2
WARSAW 1000TH, 9/28-30

MISMANAGEMENT
TYRANT/GM:   HAJ. F, KRAMDEN, SIR
RA:                  HAII PEEWEE
AAAARA:          DOG LEG
FIRE MASTER: PINOCULAR
D.L.MMMM TECHNICIAN: DOG LEG
HASH CASH:          CIEGA
TRAIL MASTER:HAJJI PEEWEE
HASH SCRIBE: JOE BALONEY

The Saipan Hash House Harriers convenes every Saturday at 4:00 p.m. (3:30 during “winter”) at the Bank of Guam parking lot in Garapan. U.S.$7.00 (NON NEGOTIABLE)

RECEDING HARE LINE
871         7/28        T.O.T. & PIT BULL, THE
                             LBFM RUN
872         8/4          MR.HAPPY POCKETS
873         8/11        ACUTE ANGINA
IF YOU WANT TO SIGN UP TO BE A HARE, CONTACT CIEGA.  IT IS A HASHERS DUTY TO BE A HARE.  BE SOMEBODY, SET TRAIL FOR YOUR FRIENDS.

   EDITORIAL

Thanks to those of you who heeded my request and brought presents to the hash (or otherwise gave an old man something to remember).  Piss on the rest of you. (In 2 years I’ll be 50 so you better start saving now.

CONGRATULATIONS TO HASH DASH AND TINA GOODWIN, AND GRANDMA CIEGA ON THE BIRTH OF A BABY BOY.

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20 hounds showed up for what was feared to be another Claymore run.  His virgin co-hare was Softhead (who became Buster Brown on the full moon hash).  There was one Chinese FNG who in an unemployed (unregistered alien) registered nurse.  The box was announced as San Roque Elementary School (also known as GTC Elementary School) and the assembled headed north on Wallace Highway.  Late arrivers were Blow Job and Pit Bull, but they were in time to get their stuff in the beer truck.  The hares gave special instructions (pink ribbon) and then were off.  The Tyrant ‘splained the instructions to the FNG,  who, was very frightened by the always boxnoxious Blow Job.  After the 10-minute head start, the pack was off and headed straight across the street to Paradise Valley.  The FRB’s were in for a very nasty surprise.  About 100 yards up the valley there was two mean, vicious, (teeth bared), hounds from hell that would not let the hounds pass.  A canine On Back!  This really was an on back because the true trail went north behind San Roque Village and then up the small jungle road that heads up towards the lower Radar Road intersection.  This trail went on until a checking at the intersection took the FRB’s up to an on back about 200 yards up the trail.  Back down to the little jeep trail, which eventually popped out on the dirt road, which is the upper road of the As Matuis, homestead.  A checking which was missed by the FRB’s was found by Blowjob who headed down into the housing, following an arrow that went into a yard behind LPF and Buster Browns house, and then down the steepest road on Saipan towards La Fiesta.  Blow Job was in the lead, with Pinocular and Mr. Happy Pockets not far behind.  But these two went into La Fiesta mall and the Tryant went straight to Pau Pau Beach having seen Blow Job cross the street in front of him.  And although the Hash is not a race, THE TYRANT FINISHED SECOND!!!!!  Once all the hounds were in (and it was in less than an hour), a vehicle run was done and everyone stood around making small talk.  Well before sunset, the Tyrant called for the fire to be started and Religion was piped to order.  The hares were called forward and Claymore presented his latest hash shirt with the likeness of two hash beauties, S.U.T.T.’s.  He even presented one of the shirts (abs only) to Beerhead, and the titty shirt to Mike Fink.  Then the co hare got up and had no sheets to show.  Then the Claymore started to cook the beans (with ham hocks) that he brought, and the FNG was called forward.  This girl did not have a clue.  But she will be back because of all the nice eligible bachelors.  Then the Tyrant made the mistake of having the keg brought down to the Beer Board and Religion broke completely down.  People would come up to get beans, and beer, and chicken franks, but only Blowjob kept getting up to do courtesies, jokes, trip reports, and anything to get the crowd going.

But it was all for naught since this nights crowd was a perfect example of why we need new blood on the hash.  The vessel was retired, and then everyone sat on the coolers and told jokes.  Eventually however, the area was policed, Swing Low was sung, and everyone headed off in many directions to eat more food.  The Tyrant of course went home.

AGANA HHH 1000TH RUN, AUGUST 11.
HONOLULU H3 1000TH, AUGUST 17-18
AMERICAS INTERHASH, AUSTIN TEXAS, AUGUST 28- SEPT 2
WARSAW 1000TH, 9/28-30

MISMANAGEMENT
TYRANT/GM:   HAJ. F, KRAMDEN, SIR
RA:                  HAII PEEWEE
AAAARA:          DOG LEG
FIRE MASTER: PINOCULAR
D.L.MMMM TECHNICIAN: DOG LEG
HASH CASH:          CIEGA
TRAIL MASTER:HAJJI PEEWEE
HASH SCRIBE: RORKY MICK

The Saipan Hash House Harriers convenes every Saturday at 4:00 p.m. (3:30 during “winter”) at the Bank of Guam parking lot in Garapan. U.S.$7.00 (NON NEGOTIABLE)

RECEDING HARE LINE
869:        7/14        HAJ.F. KRAMDEN, SIR!
                             MR. HAPPY POCKETS
                             THE BIRTHDAY RUN
870:        7/21        HAJII PEEWEE
871         7/28        T.O.T. & PIT BULL, THE
                             LBFM RUN
872         8/4          MR.HAPPY POCKETS
873         8/11        ACUTE ANGINA
IF YOU WANT TO SIGN UP TO BE A HARE, CONTACT CIEGA.  IT IS A HASHERS DUTY TO BE A HARE.  BE SOMEBODY, SET TRAIL FOR YOUR FRIENDS.

   EDITORIAL

Regardless of what you think, hashing is interactive and participatory.  And not just the run itself, but Religion as well.  Don’t get me wrong; I enjoy being the Tyrant and being flooded with adoration and praise.  But sometimes it gets lonely up there.  And I don’t want to have all the fun, you people should get to enjoy being up in front of everyone making an ass of yourself as well.  It is lots of fun.  So please, the next time I call for courtesies or jokes, don’t sit there looking all comfortable and stupid.  Get up and share the joy of hashing and Religion.

CONGRATULATIONS TO HASH DASH AND TINA GOODWIN, AND GRANDMA CIEGA ON THE BIRTH OF A BABY BOY.
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29 hounds showed up at the BOG to run what everyone knew would be at least a decent run (except for the part that Beerhead set because it was so confusing).  There were 2 FNG’s, Kim Prinz (who West End Bender made come) and Zaan Claasens (that sure is a lot of vowels) who long missing hounds Abbott & Costello showed made come.  Also in attendance was KOWPADDY who is shooting an updated version of the SH3 Tourist Channel Segment.  This will be a sort of before and after photo shoot of the Tyrant. Anyway, the box was announced as the same creek bed that Hajji Peewee and Pussy had several months ago.  The assembled headed there and got in the box.  Once everyone was in, the hares gave special instructions (pink ribbon and a sign that said “say something nice about yourself..LOUDER”).  Once the hares were off, the Tyrant ‘splained the instructions to the FNG’s (and noted how excited Zaan was about being able to pee in the wild). Once the 10-minute head start was up, the pack was off to initially a pavement-pounder on the Esco’s road.  We crossed over one bridge, and then entered Sadog I Hasngot and headed down into a ravine.  This ravine took us back the way we came to the LOUDER sign.  It was at the mouth of a box culvert, which featured in the almost drowning of the Tyrant years ago.  Everyone shouted, and it turned out, Elvis had a hidden tape recorder  (voice activated) that recorded all the shouting.  The trails then headed up the creek bed to the first set of waterfalls.  Thoughts of Leptospirosis danced in our heads as we headed up this wet gully.

We continued up this ravine for quite some time, going in and out of the river bed, through and under broken branches and vines, and little puddles of water which we were sure were filled with all kinds of microbiological contaminants.  It was in here that Jordass, overtaking some wimpy fag who was trying to keep his feet wet (MHP?) did a swan dive in 1 foot of water up to her neck.  But soon the trail popped out of the ravine and then on to Sabanan Talofofo which had recently been burned (and was probably part of what should have been the last P & E run). We continued up the red dirt, stepping over the stalks of freshly burned sword grass until we entered another creek bed, namely Sadog Talofofo. From here it was merely a trek downwards until we reached the gauging station and the little waterfalls near the Carolinian family farm.  Out of the creek here and then on the pat that led to the old Japanese Railroad Bridge, and then the bridge that runs under the Kingfisher Road.  From the bridge, it was a short jaunt to the bag truck, and a looooooonnnggg walk to the On Home. As we waited for the rest of the walkie talkies, Elvis and Kowpaddy started filming the tantalizing tartness of Tongue on Tit who was sitting at the reefs edge doing a lap dance on the fish. Eventually everyone came in and then there was a vehicle run.  Also, at the behest of the Tyrant, a fire was started because it gets cold in the breeze off of the ocean at night.  As it began to get dark, a bird of unknown origin began to pass overhead and screech a horrible sound, which Dogleg described as something from the film, “The Evil Dead.”  Once everyone was back, Beerhead produced a big pot of homemade chili and put it on the fire.  Religion was then piped to order and the evil dead bird made several more passes.  The hares were called forward and the boys told how terrible it is being a co-hare with Beerhead who would rather the hounds die than enjoy a good hash.  “Fuck them” she was heard to shout when Elvis or Pinocular suggested that maybe there was not enough flour on the trail.  Anyway, next the FNG’s were called forward and neither one embarrassed themselves too much.  Soon courtesies were called for and there were a few.  MHP got up and threatened to do the Full Moon Hash on July 4th (good thing they did not because it pissed for hours).  Ciega got up and talked about Shay and how she pronounces On On, and henceforth now and forevermore, Shay shall be known as Ahng Ahng.  The chili was quickly consumed and some feeble attempts at jokes were made.  Soon however, the Tyrant retired the vessel and called for policing of the area.  Swing Low was sung and all of the trash and empty coolers had to be dragged for miles in the dark back to the vehicles.  Most people went to Hamiltons, the Tyrant of course went home.

HASHING AROUND THE WORLD
AGANA HHH 1000TH RUN, AUGUST 11.
HONOLULU H3 1000TH, AUGUST 17-18
AMERICAS INTERHASH, AUSTIN TEXAS, AUGUST 28- SEPT 2
WARSAW 1000TH, 9/28-30

MISMANAGEMENT
TYRANT/GM:   HAJ. F, KRAMDEN, SIR
RA:                  HAII PEEWEE
AAAARA:          DOG LEG
FIRE MASTER: PINNOCULAR
D.L.MMMM TECHNICIAN: DOG LEG
HASH CASH:          CIEGA
TRAIL MASTER:HAJJI PEEWEE
HASH SCRIBE: HARRY QUEEN

The Saipan Hash House Harriers convenes every Saturday at 4:00 p.m. (3:30 during “winter”) at the Bank of Guam parking lot in Garapan. U.S.$7.00 (NON NEGOTIABLE)

RECEDING HARE LINE
868:        7/7          CLAYMORE
869:        7/14        HAJ.F. KRAMDEN, SIR!
                             MR. HAPPY POCKETS
                             THE BIRTHDAY RUN
870:        7/21        OPEN
871         7/28        T.O.T. & PIT BULL, THE
                             LBFM RUN
IF YOU WANT TO SIGN UP TO BE A HARE, CONTACT CIEGA.  IT IS A HASHERS DUTY TO BE A HARE.  BE SOMEBODY, SET TRAIL FOR YOUR FRIENDS.

   EDITORIAL

First it was GPS’s.  Now it is biodegradable pink ribbon. What technological wonder will they think of next?  Will it be flour that you can eat?

On another note, Religion was extremely lame this past week.  Dog Leg and I talked about this after the hash and we think it is because we need some new TITS, blood.  We challenge every one of you to beat the bushes and bring at least one old hasher back to the hash or at least bring one FNG to the next hash.  I am even getting tired of MY jokes.

Today is Claymores15th Hash Anniversary,   Be sure to wish him well.  No matter what you think of him as a person, you have to give him some credit for being up there with us fossils.

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28 hounds showed up at the BOG for another of the P&E runs. There were 3 FNG’s, Paul and Jennifer, who Mr. Happy Pockets made happy and a guy named Jun who Dave Loan made come. We also had visiting hasher Goes Down Under (from the U.S.S. Blue Ridge).  We also said welcome back to Claymore who had been in Mongolia. He was passing around photos of the chicks he met and wrestled with in Mongolia as well as pictures of the shoe down downs of Hurl Necklace.  The box was announced as the new C.N.M.I. retirement fund building on Capitol Hill.  Once all the hounds were in the box, Pinocular (as always) gave us a poem for special instructions.  They also pointed out the K.G.B. eye that meant there would be several view opportunities on and off the trail.  After that, the hares were off and several people broke the box to see which way they went at the first check.

Unbeknownst to them, this would not bode well for the FRB’s since P & E would get even later on. The Tyrant then ‘splained the instructions to the FNG’s and we all waited for the remainder of the 10-minute head start.  Once this was over, the pack was off and split straight and right at the first checking. Eventually these two trails converged at the fire station and then went down to the Esco’s road intersection.  Another checking here took the pack down the Esco’s road to another checking which led into a small jeep trail on the left.  Lemur and some other FRB’s continued down the road and all but Lemur turned back.  He ended up running all the way to the Camacho farm past Kingfisher and then running all the way back.  The true trail went into the jungle and ravines, which are part of a tributary of the Talofofo River.  We ran through some light limestone forest, which had obviously been cleared by Pinocular Machete Hands.  And although they cut most of the high brush, they failed to cut any of the ankle high vines that were constantly tripping everyone up.  The pack came to one of the first jungle checking’s, and the FRB’s, without remembering that they were first, followed the
direction that the check was marked.  This took them to some really long On Backs.  The pack behind them, thinking that they knew what they were doing, followed like sheep.  This happened at several of the checking’s, and eventually, the Tyrant figured out that Pinoccular and Elvis had pulled a Claymore by marking the checking’s themselves in the wrong direction.  This was of course as punishment for not staying in the box.  Fortunately, this tactic kept the pack together, but it made the running pretty hard for the FRB’s.

The trail meandered around some caves, and through more limestone forest, and eventually wound up on a ridge, in front of a cave, looking out over the Northeastern part of the island, some newly burned sword grass, and some farms below (which we found out later were the On Home).  The trail then continued down and eventually got into the creek bed, which oddly enough, still had some water in it at some places.  But the creek bed went from moss-covered rocks, to red clay ravines when we got into the part where there had just been a raging forest fire. It seems this had destroyed the trail the hares had been setting for weeks.   The trail continued down the ravine and then checked out of the creek bed to the right and almost immediately into a really beautiful bamboo grove.  This led the pack out of the jungle, into a clearing where someone had been planting trees and then to the ON HOME. Here were treated to some Korean Mando with spicy hot sauce, which the hares prepared.  The hares quickly did a couple of vehicle runs and then got a toasty fire started.

Soon the Tyrant called for Religion, and since Dog Leg was in Guam defending the honor of the Saipan Hash, Claymore was drafted to be the RA.  The hares were called forward and explained about what happened to the original trail. Next the visiting hasher got up and told us who he was and where he was from.  After this the FNG’s were called forward and did not embarrass themselves or the people who made them come. Next the Tyrant asked for courtesies (this was a cool run) and almost had to drag people up out of their chairs.  However some people got up and claimed that the burned jungle was part of a plot by Elvis to imitate the Scorched Earth Policy of Josef Stalin after the invasion of the German Army into Russia.  The Tyrant then called for jokes and a few people obliged. Beerhead threatened never to show tits again if the soft-core photos of her and Hurl Necklace showed up on the web page. Next, LBFM’s Tongue-on-Tit and Pit Bull got up to talk about the run they would have and how CLD had tried to trick them into telling him where it would be.  Eventually they sat down, but not until TOT showed us her Butt (I still have not figured out why).  Eventually the Tyrant retired the vessel, called for policing of the area, and had everyone sing Swing Low.  Everyone then could not decide where to go, but the Tyrant, as usual, went home.

The Saipan Hash House Harriers convenes every Saturday at 4:00 p.m. (3:30 during “winter”) at the Bank of Guam parking lot in Garapan. U.S.$7.00 (NON NEGOTIABLE)

RECEDING HARE LINE
867:         6/30         BEERHEAD
868:         7/7           CLAYMORE
869:         7/14         HAJ.F. KRAMDEN, SIR!
                                MR. HAPPY POCKETS
                                THE BIRTHDAY RUN
870:         7/21         OPEN
871          7/28         T.O.T. & PIT BULL, THE
                                LBFM RUN

EDITORIAL

This week’s run, a typical Pinocular and Elvis run, was typically phenomenal.  For a couple of full time college teachers, these guys have TOO MUCH TIME ON THEIR HANDS.  The thought, detail, and actual work that went into the preparation and actually setting of this run are mind-boggling. But I for one certainly appreciate the work that these guys have done.  And just seeing the look on Pinoculars face when he is done and everyone is either praising or grousing about the run gives me a great deal of vicarious pleasure. Be a hare, give someone some pleasure.

33 hounds showed up at the BOG including 2 visiting hashers, Double Entry, and KOW PADDY, who whined about never being in the trash when he does not hash for a long time and then shows up. Red Squirrel was also there with a guilty look on her face. His Eminence Haj Von Slimetoven was also here looking for a party. The box was announced as the old Rev & Tax building. Everyone, including KOW PADDY went up to the parking lot and walked up the mangled, tree intertwined steps, and into what is left of the old building. The hares gave special instructions (pink ribbon and flour) and then were off. The Tyrant reviewed the SH3 markings for the visiting hashers (just in case they do it differently where they come from). After the 10-minute head start, the pack was off to the main road. No one wanted to check down hill, so the FRB's headed up Toputchau to an immediate on back.

The trail then went back on the paved road, looped around the Public Lands building, and then left down the main Capitol Hill road to some housing on the left. The trail went into and also around the house that belonged to a former CHC Psychologist (his mail was still there) and then into the boonies behind. The trail then started a slow descent into the limestone forest of the hills that surround Capitol Hill housing. We scrambled through some scrub, and eventually popped out on an open area that went straight down into a deep rain gully.

I wondered to myself how KOW PADDY was doing on this part of the trail. The trail continued to follow this creek bed down, with slippery rocks, and occasional deep drop offs where we had to scoot down on our butts to make it to the next level. Without really realizing it, the trail began to turn upward and we found ourselves going up the same kind of terrain we had left on the other side of the ravine. As we sojourned along the remnants of war and the pipeline in the middle of nowhere, I began to think about KOW PADDY and how sometimes he is there, and sometimes he isn't. I also began to think about how terribly similar his girl friends are with their Asian features and huge breasts. The hounds ahead brought me back to reality and I could see light up ahead and above.

Soon we popped out of the jungle overlooking Don Buftons new Palawan (Philippines) bamboo hut. The trail then followed an arrow into the jungle just across the street and we found ourselves dropping into another valley. A valley that is fashioned, much like the cleavage of KOW PADDY'S girlfriend breasts. Only this valley was not as smooth and once again we were heading down more limestone forests. This time the ravine did not go very far, and we hit the Maui IV well road. A checking here took the pack to the left and then an arrow took us back into some light jungle, and a clearing up to the back of Inflatable Sluts house. Several vehicle runs were done, and as we waited, everyone went up on Sluts balcony to watch the sun set and to try and steal a glance at a green flash.

Eventually those who were coming back came back (the others went to get fuu fuu'd up for the party). A fire was started and the Tyrant piped up Religion. The hares were called forward and even though there were no sheets, we all knew that this was Schnozz's first run. Next visiting hashers were called forward and Slimius Maximus and the man from Phonpei (Steve) came forward and did their down downs. Next courtesies were called for. There were a few of these and even fewer jokes. It was rather a slow night when compared to last weeks gab fest. And although he tried and tried to coax the crowd out of their lazy stupor, he could not, so the Tyrant retired the vessel and called for policing of the area. Swing Low was sung, and the haves went to Ciega's party and the have-not's went elsewhere. The Tyrant of course, went to Ciega's party, to meet Haj Annette, who is his home.

HASHING AROUND THE WORLD
THE YEAR 2000
MINNEAPOLIS HE SPEWATHON, JUNE 22-24
AGANA HHH 100TH RUN, AUGUST 11.
HONOLULU H3 1000TH, AUGUST 17-18
AMERICAS INTERHASH, AUSTIN TEXAS, AUGUST 28- SEPT 2
WARSAW 1000TH, 9/28-30

MISMANAGEMENT
TYRANT/GM: HAJ. F, KRAMDEN, SIR
RA: HAII PEEWEE
AAAARA: DOG LEG
FIRE MASTER: PINNOCULAR
D.L.MMMM TECHNICIAN: DOG LEG
HASH CASH: CIEGA
TRAIL MASTER:HAJJI PEEWEE
HASH SCRIBE: BING BONGBY

The Saipan Hash House Harriers convenes every Saturday at 4:00 p.m. (3:30 during "winter") at the Bank of Guam parking lot in Garapan.
U.S.$7.00 (NON NEGOTIABLE)

RECEDING HARE LINE
866: 6/23 ELVIS
867: 6/30 BEERHEAD
868: 7/7 CLAYMORE
869: 7/14 HAJ.F. KRAMDEN, SIR!
MR. HAPPY POCKETS THE BIRTHDAY RUN

IF YOU WANT TO SIGN UP TO BE A HARE, CONTACT CIEGA. IT IS A HASHERS DUTY TO BE A HARE. BE SOMEBODY, SET TRAIL FOR YOUR FRIENDS.

EDITORIAL

And then some Religions are just lame because everyone is in a hurry to go to Hamiltons, or Ciega's birthday party. (Did I mention that KOW PADDY was NOT at the party). For those of you who were not invited to Ciega's party, don't feel bad. The people that prepared the list have not hashed in years and do not know many of you new people. And there were people there who do not hash at all and who you would not know if they walked up to you and bit you on the ass. Do not take it personal. It was not meant as a slight (except for Claymore who was off island anyway). Plus the venue for the party only allows 100 of Ciega's closest friends and family. And Ciega was here long before the hash and has many friends that those of us who has do not know. Many of them were at the party. Did I mention that KOW PADDY was not at the party?

Open Letter to Kow Paddy.

Dear KP,

Watch out what you wish for, you might get it.

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33 hounds showed up at the BOG including 5 FNG’s. There was a guy from Guam who would get his hash name this night. The long missing Phlegm Phatale also came back to the hash. Hounds in the know figured it would be the worst of both worlds (Pavement Pounder Fink and Jungle Thrasher Pinocular). But actually it was a nice combination of both. The box was announced, and instructions were given to the wellhead just east of the Lourdes Shrine.

Once everyone was finally in the box, the hares gave special instructions. Then they were off. The Tyrant ‘splained the instructions to the FNG’s, all who some back sliders made come. After the ten-minute head start the pack was off. The Tyrant checked down hill (DOPE!!) and some people actually followed. But the true trail was uphill because the Tyrant ran into a loooonggg on back. True trail continued back towards Lourdes with some checkings into Cabooses house as well as farms along the way. Another LOOOOONGER on back took the pack all the way to the cross-island road.

The pack re-grouped in front of a house belonging to the Quitigua family and this is where the true trail actually went. The pack then went into the jungle behind the house and then the trail meandered along a cliff line until it got into the ravine below Laderan Machinget. It was obvious to anyone who has ever been on a Pinocular run that he had been through the thickest part of the jungles with his hedge trimmers. The trail followed the creek bed all the way up to a checking which led to a loop into the old Japanese Field Hospital, and then backs on to the jungle below the cliff line. The trail eventually popped out on to the road, which leads to where Moonshot used to live.

Across the road we entered someone’s property. These people must have spent hours and hours making a little walkway with coral rocks. The trail in here looped around through crevices and cracks and eventually popped out on to a clearing, and then on to a drive way and out to the road. An arrow took us across a small dirt road to another piece of property with the remains of many military building foundations all over the place, and a grove of coconut trees.

Although the trail was not that long, many FRB’s got screwed around and ended up coming in dead last. As we waited, the small talk and bantering was just a foretaste of what was to come later during Religion. But most hounds were in before nightfall, and a wonderfully warm fire was started. Eventually the Tyrant piped up Religion and the hares were called forward. Each of them gave great honor to the other for their part in setting the trail. Next the visiting hasher, (who while watching Religion hanging from a tree, landed on his but when the branch broke), received the name Lumber Jack-Off from the Tyrant.

The FNG’s were called forward and apparently, a young couple who were visiting HIS parents, made each other come (and the Dad thought it was a Platonic (a play for him and a tonic for her) relationship. Most of these FNG’s spoke with a deep southern accent (YAWL!) and went to school in St. Louis or something. Next there was a trip report from Blow Job, and then jokes started. And although Blow Job tried desperately to be obnoxious, he was actually funny tonight. The talk back and forth was really good this night.

Then Jordass got up and said something UGLY to Laprobe and everybody was ready for a catfight (meow!), but then things calmed down. More jokes were told and even some courtesies were thrown in for good measure. Floorshow got up to tell when and where the Full Moon Run was going to be and got down (in a tizzy when no one would listen to him) just as quickly. For some reason Leave It was pretty obnoxious this night so everyone told him the wrong place to go for the FMR. Next, Hurl Necklace got up to do here shoe down down and was coaxed by Beerhead to SHOW HERE TITS along side BH. The Tyrant gave the hashly admonition to carry on the tradition and then the shoes were thrown on the fire. The area was policed, Swing Low was sung, and the assembled hurriedly headed to Hamilton’s before the kitchen closed. The Tyrant of course went home.

HASHING AROUND THE WORLD
THE YEAR 2000
MINNEAPOLIS HE SPEWATHON, JUNE 22-24
AGANA HHH 100TH RUN, AUGUST 11.
HONOLULU H3 1000TH, AUGUST 17-18
AMERICAS INTERHASH, AUSTIN TEXAS, AUGUST 28- SEPT 2
WARSAW 1000TH, 9/28-30

MISMANAGEMENT
TYRANT/GM: HAJ. F, KRAMDEN, SIR
RA: HAII PEEWEE
AAAARA: DOG LEG
FIRE MASTER: PINNOCULAR
D.L.MMMM TECHNICIAN: DOG LEG
HASH CASH: CIEGA
TRAIL MASTER:HAJJI PEEWEE
HASH SCRIBE: JACKIE SUSAN

The Saipan Hash House Harriers convenes every Saturday at 4:00 p.m. (3:30 during "winter") at the Bank of Guam parking lot in Garapan.
U.S.$7.00 (NON NEGOTIABLE)

RECEDING HARE LINE
865: 6/16 GRABASS
866: 6/23 ELVIS
867: 6/30 BEERHEAD
868: 7/7 CLAYMORE
869: 7/14 HAJ.F. KRAMDEN, SIR!
THE BIRTHDAY RUN
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EDITORIAL

Some Religions are just special. Religion after run # 863 was just such an occasion. EVERYONE was just on. The fire was toasty. Everyone was exceptionally witty. And the back and forth was quick and nasty. It is a pleasure to be around people who can appreciate good humor, dry wit, and irony. So isn’t it ironic that there are so many people on the receding hare line and yet so many of them weasel out of being a hare. If your number comes up, do your duty.

P.S. CIEGA WAS 60 YEARS OLD ON 6/6. MAKE SURE YOU WISH HER A HAPPY BDAY. AND RESPECT THE FOSSIL
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23 hounds showed up at the BOG including Rude Boy from Guam. There was also one FNG named Caleb who Enema made come. Capt. George came late. Berry Big was also there. The long lost Lemur also made his presence known as well as Bob- Saggett-Bob Saggett who had been traveling. The box was announced and the assembled headed there. The Tyrant found a U.S.M.C. canteen and dropped into Dog Legs truck. The hares gave special instructions (flour only) and then took off.

The Tyrant knew he was in for trouble that run when he arrived at the BoG to cries of "Oh, shit, another boring Hash Trash!" Things didn't get better until later, much later.

Meanwhile, you could hear the woodies pop when TongueOnTit arrived wearing a custom-fringed Angeles City Hash T-shirt that caused male Hares everywhere to ask the question: "Is she or isn't she?" (Wearing shorts, that is).

Upon hearing that DEQ's "Tree Hugger" Dog Leg had chosen the Marpi Dump as Box many Hares posited that the Hash will soon adopt the Dump Site over Hidden Beach and will be bombarded with ListBot messages exhorting us to attend yet-another clean up.
The trail went out of the Marpi Dump Site Box toward Cow Town and then up over the ridge that defines the Marpi Depression into Grotto Country. At the Grotto Road a checking had Lemur checking left to an On Back and a clueless Fink abandoning true trail because it went into a private farm. At this point a joyous Tyrant checked right, ran beyond all possibilities of trail and eventually ended up at Bird Island Beach Road, not to be seen again until the On Home. Fame is fleeting.

During the 10-minute head start, the Tyrant ësplained the instructions to the FNG, and soon the pack was off. A checking at the entrance broke the pack up, and the FRBís (except the Tyrant), checked right. This was the true trail. About ‡ mile up the road another checking took the back into the jungle below the cliff to an area known as LADERAN LAGUA.

Eventually the Hares overcame Fink's fears and entered the private zone and had a lovely run along the scenic cliff line, back to Grotto road, along the old Sugar Cane Train railbed and back to the box. We hugged the cliff line for a long time, and wound in and out of trees, shrubs, and flowers. And then we came out on the Grotto road. A checking here took the FRBís towards the Grotto to an On Back.

As the FRBís were returning to the check, Kramden came out of the jungle and asked Fink if anyone had gone straight across the road. Fink said it was right into someoneís house. So Kramden checked right towards the Bird Island Road. There were two on onís and then nothing. But like a true hound (senseless), the Tyrant continued out to the Bird Island trail-head, (even though there was not a checking in sight). Meanwhile, the rest of the pack went into someoneís house and found true trail. The trail went into a little farm, past a barking dog, and then into the boonies behind. From here the trail went towards the Bird Island trail head but then veered north away from the Tyrant, who could make out voices, but not clearly.

The trail continued out to the cliff line and then loosely followed the cliffs on what is Laderan Madog. (Madog meaning hole). Eventually the trail popped out right next to the stairs at The Grotto and then an arrow on the cul de sac. Straight out towards the main road, an arrow at the Cowtown Road took the pack right and on this extremely dry, and leafless trail. For you history buffs, this road was the old Sugar King Railroad Bed. The trail continued to just before the road goes down to meet the Wallace Highway. A checking here took the pack back towards the cliff-line and then a looping jungle trail back to the dump. The Tyrant meanwhile returned to the last checking only to find the late running Claymore just popping out of the jungle.

The two proceeded to follow true trail, until they got to the last checking where Claymore remembered he set a Full Moon run with Dog Leg her and knew where the On Home was. These two were the last ones in, and since there was no vehicle run, Religion was piped up pretty early. Since neither Pinocular nor Elvis was there, Chicken Lil Dick started and maintained the fire. The Tyrant called forth the hares and they lied about the whole thing. Next visiting hasher Rude Boy came up and invited everyone to the DE-Colonization run in Guam on June 16, to be hared by our very own Dog Leg. Rude Boy also reminded us that the AH3 would be having their 1000th run the weekend of August 11. Next the FNG was called forward and did OK.

The On Home included a curious selection of Down Beat Hounds, including TonT who once again disappointed members of the opposite sex and stared into space most of the evening. (Rumor has it that a few Tequila Shooters at Hamilton's later in the evening significantly raised her spirits. Wonder how she felt Sunday morning?) Fink and Beerhead did another Palauan Down Down. Why don't those two just stay home and do it in private?

Ciega did a Down Down in honor of Betty Big (On the Wagon) who avoided a repeat performance of his 850th beer can banging and left early and returned to Chez Staffler in the hope that The Gallerie would provide a more commodious selection of foreign imports. Barrister Pockets demonstrated that lawyers do understand the word "brief" and the WeeJee vessel goaded a few Hounds into retelling old jokes. Fortunately, the Tyrant had regained form and laughed louder than anyone at his own humor, usually long before the punch line rolled around. Chicken Little Dick (Off the Wagon)... did a yeoman's job as Acting Firemaster.

A satellite watch was called and at least 3 were spotted during the evening. Courtesies were called for, but the Ouija vessel had to be called out at least twice to get this crowd moving. Bob Saggett/Bob Saggett came up and gave us a trip report from Bali. Some jokes were tried, some courtesies given. Eventually Lickalotapuss was called forward to do her shoe down down. Only one person (Hurl Necklace) got up and they did it Palauan (but no tongues). Tongue on Tit finally gave us a little peak of the second part of her name. Finally the Tyrant called for policing the area (even though there was some dispute over this since we WERE AT THE DUMP ALREADY). Swing Low was sung and the assembled headed to Hamilton's. The Tyrant of course, went home.

The On On On was at Hamilton's which visiting Agony Hasher Rude Boy declared "the cleanest bar on Saipan, outside of Club Jama." One wonders how barkeep Strange keeps those two-legged clams so tidy.

HASHING AROUND THE WORLD
THE YEAR 2000
AMERICAS INTERHASH, AUSTIN TEXAS,
MINNEAPOLIS HE SPEWATHON, JUNE 22-24
AGANA HHH 100TH RUN, AUGUST 11.
HONOLULU H3 1000TH, AUGUST 17-18
WARSAW 1000TH, 9/28-30

Mismanagement
Tyrant/GM: Haj F. Kramden, Sir
RA: Haji Pee Wee
AAARA: Dog Leg
Fire Master: Pinocular
DLMM Tech: Dog Leg
Hash Cash: Ciega
Trail Master: Pee Wee

Receding Hare Line
863: 6/2 MIKE FINK
864: 6/9 SCHNOZZ
865: 6/16 GRABASS
866: 6/23 ELVIS
867: 6/30 Beerhead
868: 7/7 Claymore
869: 7/14 Haj F Kramden

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EDITORIAL

Yet another hound (although not REALLY regular) is leaving the Saipan Hash. Lickalotapuss will be moving back to the real world soon. As we reflect on those who leave, it is appropriate that we think about the latest addition to the hash web site. The photo archives. What a wealth of Saipan Hash History. We think nothing about it when we take those pictures, but 15 years from now, the pictures that we take now, will be there and the All Slimers will still be trying to remember who YOU folks were. Of course we will be doing yellow poo poo in our diapers by then, God willing. Be grateful that you are alive today. Be grateful that you leave on an island paradise. And be grateful that the mismanagement has not yet found something better to do on a Saturday afternoon. Ain't hashing grand? ED!

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WE MEET AT 3:30 P.M. (until OCTOBER 2001)

28 hounds, including Capt. George, chief Sulley,Spuds McKenzie, and a couple of girlie Dweebs, Miller and Sharp. We also had Tagamen Viagra (from the Agana Hash House Harriers), Cupcake (Palau HashHouse Harriers), and Loogey, (of the SH3). Merry and Pussy showed up and decided to go on the hash at the last minute (although they left Religion to go and have sex at the MTV search party). Anyway, the box was announced as the Last Command Post and the assembled hounds headed north. Once everyone was in the box (and believe me it took a long time to get everyone in the box). Blowjob came in and gave us the special instructions (flour and toilet paper only) and then was off.

The Tyrant ësplained the instructions to the FNGís and then waited for the 10-minute head start. After that, the hounds were off. There was a narrow pointing up towards the box, and this made no sense (until after the run was over). The hounds immediately headed towards the Korean Memorial where the trail went into the thorny jungle and eventually we found the Banadero trail. This trail followed the Millenium Run which was set by Kramden and Claymore on the first run of 2001.

The trail went up the rope, over rocks, meandering its way up to the point where it eventually flattens out and then heads out to Suicide Cliff. And I donít have totell you how shocked we were when we found an ON BACK on the road. We looked around and found a sign that read "GO BACK TO THE BOX", and one of the Boat People said, "itís a trick, it is not in flour or toilet paper." But actually it was true. Fink, Elvis, Floorshow, Pinocular, and some other hard core Serious runners, headed down the road to the intersection at the F.E.B.C. road. Here, Fink and Floorshow headed to Wing Beach, while Pinocular and Elvis went to Bird Island or some other God Forsaken Distant place.

Anyway, back down the Banadero trail and then an arrow over to the Banzai Cliff Road. From here it was a straight shot down to the western side of Banzai Cliff. No matter what anyone said, there WAS a green flash and it was awesome. Eventually all of the hounds came in and the Tyrant eventually piped up Religion. Just as the crowd was getting settled, the Tyrant saw a green streak shooting across the sky and He shouted, "LOOK AT THAT!!", and everyone looked And saw as it fizzled out in a cloud. SO COOL!!

Then The hare was called forward and explained how he did not give a shit what the hounds thought. Next we invited the visiting hashers up and Cupcake and Viagra gave great honor to the Saipan Hash. Next the two FNGís were called forward and one of them wiped her puss on the mantle and had to re-do her down down. Next, courtesies and jokes. There was a lot of crap about the run but there were no volunteers for any upcoming runs so piss on the whiners. There were courtesies for the Folks who did the Tagaman and helped during the event. There was also some residual courtesies for the Relay For Life from last week. Then there were some moreJokes and one of the Dweebs (the Tall One) would not show her tits but did show her butt so we gave her the name BOFUS.

Eventually (or should I say FINALLY) we got Loogey up to do his shoe down down. After he Did his, all the women got up and was stoked and Loogey threw his shoes on the fire. The area was policed and Swing Low was sung. Most people left to Go to different places to eat, but Loogey, and his designated driver Slut remained to ge shit faced drunk, along with Pinocular and Elvis. The Tyrant of course went home.

HASHING AROUND THE WORLD
THE YEAR 2000
AMERICAS INTERHASH, AUSTIN TEXAS, LABOR DAY WEEKEND SEPTEMBER 2001
MINNEAPOLIS HE SPEWATHON, JUNE 22-24
HONOLULU H3 1000TH, AUGUST 17-18
WARSAW 1000TH, 9/28-30

MISMANAGEMENT
TYRANT/GM: HAJ. F, KRAMDEN, SIR
RA: HAII PEEWEE
AAAARA: DOG LEG
FIRE MASTER: PINNOCULAR
D.L.MMMM TECHNICIAN: DOG LEG
HASH CASH: CIEGA
TRAIL MASTER:HAJJI PEEWEE
HASH SCRIBE: BOZ SCABBZ

The Saipan Hash House Harriers convenes every Saturday at 4:00 p.m. (3:30 during "winter") at the Bank of Guam parking lot in Garapan.
U.S.$7.00 (NON NEGOTIABLE)

RECEDING HARE LINE
863: 6/2 MIKE FINK
864: 6/9 SCHNOZZ
865: 6/16 GRABASS
866: 6/23 ELVIS
867: 6/30 Beerhead
IF YOU WANT TO SIGN UP TO BE A HARE, CONTACT CIEGA. IT IS A HASHERS DUTY TO BE A HARE. BE SOMEBODY, SET TRAIL FOR YOUR FRIENDS.

EDITORIAL

It was another sad hash as we said goodbye to Loogey. Even though he had done the Tagaman in the morning, he still showed up to do the Hash and perform his traditional duty of shoe down down. I will miss his youthful charm and sense of awe. I also was mesmerized by the GPS thread on the listbot this past week. I am too technologically challenged to be able to understand all that stuff, but of course that is why we have consultants. I would really like to thank all the hash people who were involved in the Tagaman Triathlon last week weather as participants, volunteers, or supporters in some way or another. If you have never helped to organize an event of this magnitude, you do not know how gratifying it is when it all comes together because of the help of people like yourselves.

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THE TOM PICARRO MEMORIAL FUN RUN, THE SILVER STREAK, WILL START AT 6:00 AM AT THE DFS GALLERIA TAXI ENTRANCE. REGISTRATION IS $5.00.T-SHIRTS OR TANKS TO THE FIRST 175 FINISHERS. THE DATE IS JUNE 16, 2001 AND REGISTRATION BEGINS AT 5:00 A.M.

30 hounds showed up at the Bank of Guam, including many who had done the Relay for Life All-nighter, the 2 a.m. hash, and now what would be the E and T/ Eagle -Turkey/Tough-Easy special instructions which no one ever figured out or followed. This included one FNG who Elvis made come and a San Francisco Hasher named Black Eyed Penis. The box was announced as Obyan Beach and Dog Leg warned me that he would be leaving early, so we should find another beer truck. Pussy's truck was eventually put to good use for this purpose. The assembled hounds headed to Obyan, parked, and went to the box, which was just a little south on the beach and in front of some caves. The hares explained that there would be flour and bright orange ribbon on trail. The hares left and the Tyrant 'splained the instructions to the lone FNG.

After the 10-minute head start, the pack was off, straight up the Obyan road. There were several checkings on this road, but the true trail turned right on the Boy Scout Beach road. A long straight run of about 1.2 miles here took the pack to another checking, which took the pack north into the jungle of Laderan Obyan. The trail was pretty well marked with orange tape. The trail meandered here for a while and then began to turn into the limestone forest that we all know and love. We went past some cisterns in the jungle, and a huge concrete lipped pit with railroad tracks in it. Eventually, we popped out on to a road on which we jogged for a while. Then an arrow took us back into the limestone forest with lots of vines. We went in and along some rough cliff lines and then back out on to the road. Then another arrow back into the jungle, but the Tyrant figured this out and just paralleled the trail on the road while those on trail bashed through the bush.

Soon however, the trail checked away from the road and into the first of two crevices that we would have to get through. The first was a big huge crack, and 18 months ago, the Tyrant would have a hard time squeezing through this one. There was a climb up, and then shimmy down, and then we were back in more open jungle. We followed trail for a while and then we had to crawl on all fours to get through the next crevice. From here we went back down to the road and headed out to the Laderan Naftan flatlands. The first place we hit was the old ordnance disposal field, which is covered with shrapnel and some huge bombs and pieces of bombs. Then the trail was basically a long, poorly marked hike along the cliffline of the Naftan Peninsula. The walk was long and at one point we came upon the T&E marks, but did not ever figure out what they meant. The trail stayed close to the edge of the cliff so it was pretty awesome. On the last steppe of the peninsula, we were in a very heavily burned area and then the trail dropped down to the last steppe. From here it was a straight shot to the Guns and we actually saw Dave standing on top of the bunkers taking Attendance.

There was some discussion at the road where the coolers were as to whether or not the hounds were going to carry the coolers out to the point. The Tyrant decided for everyone and out to the point we went. Elvis and Chicken Lil Dick got a pretty good fire going even without the benefit of pallets. The rest of the pack straggled or was brought in after dark, and a rushed Dog Leg rushed the Tyrant to pipe up religion. The hares were called forward and Pussy explained how he had planned to take us along the shelf below the ordnance field until he was almost washed off the rock ledge two times. Mr. Happy Pockets then deflected some of the whining about the length of the rain. Someone yelled SATELLITE!! And all eyes looked skyward (two times). There were some boaters just below us looking for something in the water and we could not figure if it was fish or divers they were looking for. There were some courtesies given to those who did the RLF, early hash, and this Long March. There were backhanded compliments about the 3-in-1 run.

Eventually, the area was policed, Swing Low was sung (including the Scooby Doo Version), and the assembled scrambled to find transportation out. It took 2 trucks 3 trips each to make sure that everyone got out since SOME people left early. Apparently although the area was policed, there was a big pile of our junk left at Obyan (rather than leaving hounds, the hares left trash), which Dave so kindly picked up the next day. The Tyrant of course went home.

THE YEAR 2000
AMERICAS INTERHASH, AUSTIN TEXAS, LABOR DAY WEEKEND SEPTEMBER 2001
MINNEAPOLIS HE SPEWATHON, JUNE 22-24
HONOLULU H3 1000TH, AUGUST 17-18
WARSAW 1000TH, 9/28-30

MISMANAGEMENT
TYRANT/GM: HAJ. F, KRAMDEN, SIR
RA: HAII PEEWEE
AAAARA: DOG LEG
FIRE MASTER: PINNOCULAR
D.L.MMMM TECHNICIAN: DOG LEG
HASH CASH: CIEGA
TRAIL MASTER:HAJJI PEEWEE
HASH SCRIBE: BOZ SCABBZ

The Saipan Hash House Harriers convenes every Saturday at 4:00 p.m. (3:30 during "winter") at the Bank of Guam parking lot in Garapan.
U.S.$7.00 (NON NEGOTIABLE)

RECEDING HARE LINE
862: 5/26 DOG LEG
863: 6/2 MIKE FINK
864: 6/9 SCHNOZZ
865: 6/16 GRABASS
866: 6/23 ELVIS
867: 6/30 Beerhead
IF YOU WANT TO SIGN UP TO BE A HARE, CONTACT CIEGA. IT IS A HASHERS DUTY TO BE A HARE. BE SOMEBODY, SET TRAIL FOR YOUR FRIENDS.

EDITORIAL

For those of you who have never organized any kind of event that involves lots of people and lots of logistics, I have got to hand it to Dog Leg for the work he put in to put the SH3 on the philanthropic map. I know how hard it is, and he did a fine job. Thanks to Pleghm Phatale for the tent and the potato salad. I would also like to thank Spike for the wonderful breakfast, AND the addition to the hash snack food. This weeks run was not that bad. It was long yes, but no longer than it has been in the past. It is just that it came at the end of a very long day for many people who started their evening on Friday night. I for one appreciated all the work that was obvious in setting this trail.

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