3 virgins joined us for run #12, which started near a busy Traverse City intersection.  Of course, the pack had little to worry about from traffic as hare Runaway Bride led them along the back edge of a shopping center then plummeting into the woods, along a ridge, then across  the road to the first beer check in a ditch next to the railway tracks.  The hare was glad to find the stash of PBR untouched as there was evidence that the hashers where not the first to use this particular gutter as a clandestine drinking spot.   The pack endured trail saboteurs who rubbed out some marks, as well as Just Katelyn's flour eating dog, yet still managed to find beer.  Trail then led back into the woods, through some swamps (the wankers crossed on a boardwalk), and into a field where more beer was stashed in some abandoned farm equipment.  Ceremonies were performed here with down downs given to absentee hasher Just Kim, sanctioned racers Fire, Runaway, and PF, virgins Just Katelyn, Just Mary, and Just Rahul among others.  On after continued at Brady's.

Sunday April 13- HomoLone laid trail through the Sabin Dam natural area, which, unbeknownst to him but "knownst" to the rest of the hash, is a popular local gay hangout.  Just another example of an aptly named hasher! 

The first half of the hash leading up to beer check number 1 was dry , but full of shiggy leading through some overgrown game trails.  After driking a few Oberons by the river, we headed out into one of Traverse City's finer trailer parks and down a road before heading back into the preserve.  That's were things started to fall apart.  Having run out of flour, Homo had resorted to a bag of whole wheat flour to mark the sandy trail.  Needless to say, this was less than successful.  After spending 20 minutes trying to find trail, we finally were able to discern some subtle marking heading down the park service road.  This is were we spied the hare.  Although we were able to run him down, he claimed immunity as he was at the final beer check, but lamented that the pack had missed the "best part of the trail".  So we made him go back and lead us through it, as it was impossible to follow the marks.  The rest of the trail led along the river bank on poor footing with lots of shiggy to cling to for dear life.  Then, finishing across a swampy area.  Only PF and Fire crossed the deep mud, while Runaway, Hilton, and the Hare took the chicken way over some logs.  The were punished for this with down-downs. 

Also in ceremonies, nearly the entire pack celebrated anniversaries.  Just Rick joined us for part of ceremonies and drank as a virgin and a late cummer.  And the hashit  cooler was awarded to the hare for gross misuse of whole wheat flour and copious back checks.  On after continued at Brady's Pub.