After a bit of a false start with the trail setting involving communication problems, a bit of excavation using a Nissan X-Terra and a large loading shovel and some slings VC headed out to the desert with Klipe and a load of wood to set our hash camp trail. While Klipe wass arranging to remove the wood lorry from another sand trap, VC set a nice medium length trail across some hard packed ground, some very soft sand and a few jebels ending in a run down a nice slope and into the camp. Methuselah was the first in and reeled off the words as I am sure he has done dozens of times before. The spy was Rigger Rob who left me to recount the tale of the hash that never was before getting bucketed with some medium cold water for knocking over the very cold water I had provided.
Cluseau took the reigns of the barbecue, cooking up some chickens and whatever people provided. The blokes easily defeated the girls in quizmaster coach's hash quiz. We all had probably far too many refreshments and a bit of a sing-song by the fire before retiring to sleep in boiling tents.
On On!
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