Flatlanders,

For those who didn't make it last Friday night, you missed out on the
best Flatlander trail ever laid in Golden.  Which isn't saying much. 
Here's a recap.

A small pack gathered right on hash time in the dirt lot behind a
roadhouse in southeastern Golden on a snowy evening in late May.  The
Full Moon types were well represented by Oral B, Poopa Troopa and the
hare Double D, while Split Enz made his second Flatlander fest in a
row.  Flatlanders in attendance included Chacockqua, hare Pukie, an
ailing Deep, a pregnant Cummy and an extremely tardy Dr Dripdick.  Cums
Monthly, formerly of Tucson, AZ, hashed for the first time in 3 years,
and Sinbad made a much anticipated return, though her pants completed
less trail than she did.

The hares passed Cummy a "map", then took off northward toward one of
Golden's infamous mesas.  The pack stumbled after them a short while
later, following a generally well-crafted trail north and west along the
fringe of deep shiggy, puzzling out numerous YBFs of varying length and
clever turns-on-powder, before plunging into open space and up the hills
it contained.  A long CB was avoided by the walk/crawlers using what
turned out to be more a hint sheet than a map.  Said cheater sheet
proved its own puzzle, and was engaging in its own way.  The FRBs,
meanwhile, roamed over a series of low hills, then joined the rest of
the pack at an obvious DP in the middle of an open expanse.  Deep and
Cums Monthly sniffed out a devious 3-and-out gapped with powders off
trail, and the pack slipped down a gentle hill through the snow and mud
toward the beer check in a suburban backyard.  After the beer check, the
cheat sheet was neglected, so the walkers led a glorious charge down a
slimy, slick, wooded and overhung drainage sluice down between fenced
yards toward a culvert.  Cummy and Deep elected to pop up and out,
employing a mad dash 12 meters through a back yard, and the rest of the
pack followed them up to the street above.  This devious obstacle
sniffed out and skipped, the hounds took up trail again, and followed it
over and down a long hill toward Taco Bell.  At least that's where Cummy
and Deep ended up.  While the slacking duo were enjoying a snack, the
rest of the pack was evidently wading a lake to an island, where they
found the second beer check.  Well, the rest, save Poopa, who elected to
keep her precious feet dry.  Cummy and Deep, meanwhile, proceeded toward
what they knew to be the finish, and they met the hares coming out of
the high school nearby.  An awkward moment led to an all out... well,
more walking, and as the hares wrapped up a pleasant trail, the pack
homed in on the walkers and made their way directly toward the finish. 
Sinbad was carrying the tattered remains of her pants, who gave their
life to a fence on a trail.  Cums Monthly had been kind enough to lend
her his shorts, as it turned out, so Sinbad herself was no worse for the
wear.  As it were.  The trail petered out somewhere in the vicinity of
Double D's house, not far from the Mines campus.

Down-downs ensued, as they always do.  Deep led an inspired round of
singing after mellowing out to John Denver while the rest went back for
vehicles.  Split Enz was picked on, and made to drink until he pointed
out that someone would have to hold his abundant hair when he puked.  Dr
Dripdick arrived as an afterthought, just in time to sing the "VD Suite"
and close circle with a few chariot gestures.

Next hash should be hared by Bush Router and Jizz Whiz on June 7,
probably in Longmont.

On-on,
Deep