Last Sunday found us collecting at the Zillerstr. Tram stop in Radebeul. It was a beautiful May day in Febraury and the lots of hashers showed up; Spies on Ass, Pole Dancer, Dick T's, Just Riley, Nurse Ratchet, two virgins Peter and Mathias, the Hare Just Jörg, and myself, Pissonya. Since Dick T's had a nasty bike injury and couldn't run, he and Just Riley were given special instructions on where we were going and they set off on their bikes.

In the mean time, were we entertained - or rather were entertained by Just Sonya, a little elderly lady waiting for her tram. Chalk talk was delivered and we were off, soon climbing into the neighborhood hills of Radebeul scaring the civilains and disturbing the peace. Crossing the Lössnitz we found ourselves facing the Bridge of Eternal Peril, which yours truely nearly fell one meter to his death. Sucessfully navigating that we were immediately warned of the biting dog, however, he was nowhere to be seen.

Up and up we climbed our noses getting bloody from the lack of oxygen! Finally at the summit we found a Beer Near sign and pressing onward were treated to a spectacular overlook. However, no beer... Pressing further onward, our thurst and hope soaring, we soon arrived at Zum Pfeiffer. But alas, it was not to be - closed for the week. Foiled, but undaunted, we found the flour trail again and headed back down the mountain.

Of, course in true Just Jörg style, once at the bottom - yes, you guessed it, we heading BACK up something resembling the North Face. Nurse Ratchet wisely decided to long cut and set out on her own. Once at the summit, we waited for Nurse and then the pack was off again. Again our hopes rising as we approached the scenic ridge overlooking the Elbe Valley. Perhaps Just Jörg planned the beer stop for the Spitzhaus, but NO! Our trail heading back down the Spitzhaus Treppe. Waiting for us at the bottow was Just Jörg himself and wondering why we were so quick. Didn't we find the beer? Noooooo! Much arguing ensued, but before long it was decided to finish the trail and have some beer and schnitzel.

On On past the wine museum and shopping cart sculpture we went. Finally reaching the On In at The Big Schnitz. 

After several beers, a huge schnitzel, and much discussion, it was decided that a delegation should go rescue the missing beer. So, Pole Dancer, Spies on Ass, Just Jörg, Virgin Mathias, and myself bravely DROVE back up the hill where Jörg pointed out the error of our ways. Treated to a beautiful sunset, we circled and accusations were made for technology on trail, pissing on trail, losing a complete beer stop, and several other things I'm sure. A valiant effort by Pole Dancer to name Just Jörg was made (something to the effect of "NFB - No Fuck'in Beer"), but alas, the Hash Gods did not smile upon us. Sorry Jörg - another day...

An excellent trail and a great day hashing!

We closed the circle with Swing Low and enjoyed social drinking to a gorgeous sunset. 

May the Hash go in Peace.

On Out,

Pissonya