Red Dress Hash

A typical hash consists of a group of 'hares' that create and mark a trail with flour, chalk, or toilet paper, and the 'hounds', or, a pack of hashers that attempt to follow and catch the hares. In the process, the hares make false trails, loops, and dead-ends that the fastest hounds run down. The hounds follows the hares 10 or 15 minutes after they begin to set the trail (in our case, when we had finished two rounds of drinks at the first bar). When a hasher finds the correct trail (marked by three glops of flour in a row) they yell "On On" to the rest of the hounds. In this way, the slower hashers learn from the mistakes of the front-runners, and the entire pack ends up at the next stop at about the same time. The Red Dress Hash is a special event with a long history, of which you'll have to google, but the jist is that all hashers, male or female, must wear a red dress.

ON ON!

Running through Coos Bay, Oregon in search of our first drink stop. The locals went crazy for us by honking and shouting out their car windows. Children were mesmerized, stopping in their tracks on the sidewalks. It was festive.

These people can RUN! And I had prepared for the event by beefing up my beer tolerance. I guess I should have been sprinting 5 miles a day instead! Next time, I plan to be a front-runner. Probably.

Kevin showing off his newly-acquired twirling skills at our third stop,
after winning a game of badminton.

Plug:

"The Coos Bay Hash House Harriers is a drinking club with a running problem who sets trail about once a month or so in the Coos Bay Oregon area. We are open to all who want to join. It only takes half a brain to be a Hasher."

Pete! One of our fearless hares regaling us with stories at the end of the hash. Kegs of South Coast beer (thanks Jason! love the pale ale) and locally caught halibut were welcome after a long day of hashing.

Obviously, only half a brain decided to take a drink from the "golden urinal", the rest of me was too tired to argue.