Hashing

It was a sunny, partly cloudy, and lukewarm day; a pre-cursor to the balmy days of summer. I sat in the back of MoW & Crimes’ sedan with Charlie the Wonderdog, window partly down with a stiff breeze blowing in … Continued

“On On!” the person ahead of me shouted. As my feet paced the muddy ground beneath, I saw a splash of white flour tossed haphazardly along the trail. There were a half-dozen other Hashers in front of me, and about … Continued