5th of May… Apparently important in Mexico, so we acknowledged it somehow, by hashing as we normally do. I’ve missed a lot of Happy Hash runs this year, but NOYB and I made it over to Ob Kham to see what Frozen & HRA had put together. The short version is that is was a great run. The longer version; we kicked off with a hare brief, that wasn’t brief… HRA was fearful that Frozen couldn’t get the job done and stepped in to explain the difference between paper strips that had 55 printed on them, vs those that were written on. Enough already, I’m hot, lets go.
I trudged up the road with Square Rooter following and then Kwazi sprinting after me. Found trail after the first check, but was drawn away at the 2nd, so spent some time catching up. Did I mention how hot it was? Quickly Gorf stormed past and as I got to checks there were the spirited “HA HA” calls that replaced our regular OnOn’s for the day. At the road I spied the hare, and it was Noyb that led the way up the road. I followed and processed the route, getting my head around where the hares might be taking us. Lucky for me, at the next circle, nobody had tried the trail up to the left. That was my clear first choice, and sure enough there was paper.
CW followed me as we headed up to the ridgeline. He was a good sport at the next check – it had to be right, but he took the dummy option to the left. I started tagging a few checks together, but Gorf was always on my heels, and skipping past when I slowed on the narrow edges. He got to a V check first, and I was 50/50 on it, so he took the decision away from me. He was wrong to the left, I was on to the right. At the next circle, I cut around the mountain, slowing to give Gorf time to check far enough the other way. And then I screwed up. Damnit! I was slightly off where I thought I was, and screwed up. That was the end of it. From there it was a solid slog, Mano a Mano. Somewhere ahead people were running, I was following.
Nice trails, nice route. I have no idea how the true FRBs do it, especially in this heat. Maybe I should work on my fitness and catch up. Or maybe I should grab a beer. The circle was an eclectic, tequila fueled, misadventure.