Gaylord�s road trip report:

The Gaylords and Beaver took a road trip to Reading�s 650th Saturday and
were treated to a challenging shiggy trail and warm hashpitality.  In
addition, the RH�ers gave us some fine lunch packs, filled with beer.  Nice
haberdashery!  The hare of the day, Flamer, was off and running, while the
rest of us participated in a duck race, each of us assigned a rubber duck to
float down a creek, with the winner taking home a bottle of Goldschlagger. 
While this was going on, the Legion of Dumb were bombing the ducks (and
Decoy himself) with boulders.  Many boulders took out the ducks (one landed
a good 15 feet away on shore), the others soaked Decoy.  My duck never made
it, having been lost in some Godforsaken place, not to be found.

The pack took off though the woods, up and down a mountain on its way to a
shot check on the side of a mountain.  Here, the pack sang for a great deal
of time while downing many a shot of some fruit/liquor.  No one knew what it
was, but it was good.  The pack took off further through the shiggy, and
wound its way up and about on a long leg that got many of us lost.  In an
attempt to short-cut, Dead Man Walking and I (Ateapuss) made our own trail
through shiggy that was as barren as a Liberty Bell hashing Sunday (no
offense Liberty Bell, we love you guys!).  We found our way back to the pack
and I came in as DFL, at least for that leg).  Watching Quarterstick and
Fart climb to the top, and the break in half some young birches?  The rest
of the pack took off again in search of more beer.  The final leg had us run
though a creek about 80 times, and also had a beer check which apparently
was non-existent.  Later we found that the hare removed!! The beer check
because it took too long for us to get there.  We eventually got back to the
parking lot, and had a good time singing once again.

The après was full of fun, the circle ensued with various hashers being
called out for being FRB, for being visitors, for cancelling a beer check,
for cancelling a hash itself, for being Legion of Dumb, and for being a GM
or RA at any or all hashes in attendance.  The dinner was great � pork, the
DJ was great, the beer was a plenty, and the good times were a plenty.  The
society of kilted hashers got a few group shots (with kilts down and up),
and we witnessed Rubber Balls turn into Michael Jackson before our very
eyes.  The final portion of the evening wound down with everyone cleaning up
and heading out either to Big Rig�s or home, in our case home.  The only
spoiler came in the report that Reading�s Banner was stolen.  Having been
victims of banner stealing ourselves (Those b*stards from H5!), LVH3 stands
in solidarity with RH3, and hope that the offenders find swift justice.

Thanks to Flamer, OE, Decoy, and the rest of the Reading crew for a great
time.

Ateapuss and the other Gaylords (Tator Tots and Dirty South) + Beaver Fever