2398 BARCODE with Sweeny

RUN 2398 Barcode and Sweeney, Jorgensen Park, Kalamunda

 

The start was delayed from the usual for 10 minutes to allow the intrepids from Freo to make it on time. Bardode advised runners that they had to learn to Love hills, love snakes and love trees to the groans of the assembled.

Runners: (Bushies Bit)

We set off at a brisk pace (well brisk for Bushie) down the scrub where a golf course had existed in the past. There was much confusion when the trail ran out and Seagull quietly admitted that he had found the home trail already. After about 5 minutes the real trail was again located and the pack galloped off back past the cars and beer bus (I was very tempted to grab a beer back I knew the Kalamunda Hotel  was close by. The young guns set a blistering pace almost equal to the Adventurethon in Albany that I attended on Saturday (as support crew for Park Ranger). I held back waiting for Crayfish and Barefoot as a sign of respect to their years of hashing and their seniority (they are old farts in other words).

I was running up the hill with Mr Wong in the real trail as we spotted Scummy doing a spot of Shirt-cutting. He must have spotted FT who as we know is a serial short-cutter. Are scaring a few locals we sprinted down the hill in suburbia – well maybe it was a gentle jog. Then after some clever running through some more bush we popped out on the eastern side of Kalamunda.

Crayfish called the trail on right but Bushie and Barefoot had noticed the scent of beer in the air and turned left towards the Kalamunda Hotel. We spotted Birdman who appeared to be pretending he was a finely turn athelete looking for trail near the Northern Terminus of the Bibbulmun Track.

No amount of yelling could convince Birdman to turn back for a cleansing pint of ale. So it was left to Barefoot and Bushie uphold a long tradition of stopping for a drink stop at a pub on a hash run. We both enjoyed a pint of Kilkenny whist blending in with the locals although Barefoot pointed out that wearing one red and one green sock, multi coloured shorts, athletic  hash running shirt and Adventurethon head sock caused the Bushie Blending to be ineffective. Never mind the beer was great. Then we meandered down the Bib Track back to the on on with Barefoot recalling numerous anecdotes of his trip to Samoa with his young family to take up a posting.

(End of Bushies Bit).

Second half of run (Action)

After losing Bushie and Barefoot at the pub we continued on past the hospital, where 3G learnt that you shouldn’t grab hold of recently burnt trees as you get very black very quickly. There were some good false trails in the bush past the hospital that reversed the pack and after a long steep descent down a fire break Polecat and Action led the pack into the drink stop at the end of Spring Road.

The remnants of the pack (minus serial short cutters (Birdman, FT and The Mole) then progressed along the aptly named Rocky Pool Walk, up over some granite outcrops on the Schipp Walking Trail on to the Bibbulmun Track back to the old golf course and the “On Home” that Seagull had found more than an hour before. Seagull did the fatherly thing and waited for his son at the so they could run in together

 Walkers:Scene on the run was a sign noting IQ of 15, which seemed a bit on the high side for the assembled walkers. Along parts of the Bibullmun track, there were lots of groans as altitude was progressively lost, but some great views and lovely county.

Down Down: After guest Thane (Seagull’s boy), returnees Rumpole, Skid (one other ?) were duly honoured, Angels lad Jack caused much consternation and the appearance of the despot Seagull as the moniker ‘Cerub’ was decided on, to howls of abuse from the usual suspects. Skid produced some compromising material on Seagull and suddenly the name was overturned to ‘Ripper’. The Eric “Sir Knob’ variety reckons he’s never seen so much enthusiasm for a ‘Ripper’ in years and he was impressed with the number of votes received which was more than he ever received in parliament. .

Scummy was rewarded for 128 years of hashing, Sir Tom for a lot more. Deke (the youngest 72 I know and claims ‘I was born on Australia Day, destined to be an Australian’ ) and Stewie were birthday boys.

MUMBLES cotinued his run of bad luck by crashing over the low retaining wall and worrying all his mate (2 anyway ) that he had further damaged his knee. It can be reported that he is OK but still speaks funny

The new Hash Flash made a maiden appearence (NOT SO BOORING's dog with Go Pro attached) eat your heart out SHERLOCK

Food was an excellent beef roll with gravy and coleslaw.   Run Score 8.5

ON ON JERRYCAN and BUSHIE and ACTION