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.