Tarheel Hash 687 Enhances this year's Labor Day Weekend
Lickety
The summary for Tarheel hash 687 takes on a poetic format to reflect a sense of buoyancy, coinciding with the weekend before Labor Day, the unofficial end to this year’s infernal summer. DIE Corn did a fantastic job of creating a trail that seemed quite different from another one marked on similar territory. Although there was some wandering off, the hare valiantly retrieved all who went off-course to ensure their safety and their presence at the Après, where the spread was delectable and the company, positively delightful!
Tarheel Hash 687 Enhances this year’s Labor Day Weekend
Who was there:
Hare: DIE Corn
Après arrivals: Slippery Slot; Endangered Feces with visiting family members
The rest of the Pack: Squirts Under Pressure; Swings on Wood; Short Shaft; PITA; Tight Lips; SeeNoEno; SpeakNoEno; HearNoEno; St. Rollherover; A$$ Clown; Slow Hole; Taste the Rainbow; Pedifido; Panties; Butt Slapper; Just Danila; Bullysticks; Just Guy; Rod n Staff; Big Box; Dog Ears
Photo Album:
Below is Flickr.com’s photo album for the Tarheel Hash 687. The photos and captions complement the summary, taking us through neighborhood streets, along iconic landmarks, and through higgiful sections, summing up DIE Corn’s amazing trail. Be sure to hover your mouse over the bottom of each photo to read the captions!
https://www.flickr.com/photos/147890119@N04/albums/72177720329881460/
Summary:
Prelude at the Parking Lot
A school’s parking lot is where we’d convene,
Where swings lay still and the grass stayed green.
No cans were cracked, no antics unfurled—
Big Brother’s lens might’ve scanned our world.
DIE Corn stood near the virtual gate,
With Squirts Under Pressure, his loyal mate.
A hare with a plan, a trail to weave,
But first, decorum, before we’d leave.
No beer in sight, no bawdy cheer,
Just nods to acknowledge, the reason was clear.
But once we stepped beyond this zone,
The trail was ours, the leash was thrown.
Trail Tales and Turkey Turns
We circled the school with cautious grace,
Then into the woods, a more picturesque place.
The sun bore down, but spirits stayed high—
Through shiggy and asphalt, the pack rambled by.
A creek appeared, with soccer ball prize,
Rescued mid-run by FRB eyes.
But flour grew scarce, and the trail went cold,
The pack then dispersed, the curious and bold.
Some wandered off to pickleball courts,
Ignoring the marks (and common-sense sorts).
A hash halt came in a bench-lined glade,
Where wayward souls rejoined the parade.
Uphill we climbed, the hare’s car in sight—
But coolers stayed closed, to the pack’s slight fright.
We quenched with Watermelon and H2O,
To rehydrate and keep us on the go,
Then off again, with energy clear,
To chase the scent of munchies and beer.
A shaded lot, with koozies in hand,
Snacks and libations, a merry band.
The split arrived: “Tough” vs “Easy”
The long route with goose poop, the shorter one breezy.
The Eagles dashed to a corporate ghost,
Blue Cross’s shell, now trail’s proud host.
Tiered steps and lawn, a scenic delight,
While the Turkeys meandered off to the right.
No flour, no clue, just wandering feet—
Till DIE Corn called them back to the beat.
Despite a prior hash here on familiar ground.
The trail wound through, with no overlap found,
And soon the cars, a welcome sight,
Led us to the On-After’s bite.
On-After Ode
The trail was run, the miles complete,
And cars were parked on a nearby street.
Endangered Feces and Slippery Slot joined the show,
He with his kin, and she, all aglow.
A sandwich bar with fixings wide,
Fresh garden greens with vinaigrettes beside.
Brownies, bold and chocolatey-rich
A melt-in-the-mouth as a final pitch
The cooler still brimming with icy bliss,
To soothe the sun’s relentless kiss.
And Slow Hole led a stretching spree,
With Cossack moves for strength and glee.
The chatter flowed, the laughter stayed,
As summer’s heat began to fade
So raise a toast to DIE Corn’s flair,
For trails well-laid and then festive care.
Labor Day’s last hurrah was spun—
Infernal summer, nearly done.
With cheers and clinks, we closed this way.
On-On, ‘till we hash another day!
Acknowledgements: Sincere thanks to all who contributed!
Trailblazer: Promptly after the event, Tight Lips kindly sent a copy of the Cross-Country course, making it possible to touch down and capture parts of trail via Google Maps’ street view. It looked like a very scenic trail and I wish I could have been there to view it firsthand.
Write-up Details:
Thank you to all who provided details about the trail and Après! Without your help, I couldn’t have put together this summary!
St. Rollherover; Pedifido; Rainbow; A$$ Clown; Dog Ears. The details were clear and easy to visualize. Posting this summary would enable anyone who couldn’t be present to envision the trail, connecting the dots…or, the virtual dollops. The Après was easy to picture as well, a relaxed atmosphere where delicious sandwiches were assembled and Squirts Under Pressure’s vinaigrettes were a zesty addition to the garden greens. (I tried her vinaigrette at the hash SUP and Pedifido hared, and requested the recipe to make at home.) The watermelon was a delightful way to keep hashers hydrated too!
Photography:
Dog Ears shared a playful rendition of a wooded section, displaying a bridge rail with the stenciled message, “Use at your own risk”. However, that wouldn’t deter the pack from crossing, since hashers are naturally fearless.
The Hare:
DIE Corn carved out a trail of many memorable features: Schools, a scenic park (where a pickleball court was sighted and a ball retrieved from a creek), the Wegmans culinary mecca, and his Eagle-Turkey split, where the Eagles gleefully covered the grounds of a business now relocated, enriched by a tiered outdoor seating area, groomed lawn, and, yes, spiced by a hearty helping of goose droppings, adding a dash of scatological humor to the mix..
The Turkeys, so I’m told, did a bit of wandering, but the hare skillfully guided them back to rejoin the pack. And DIE Corn’s valiant efforts didn’t end there – he was also instrumental in retrieving a couple of lost hashers and delivering them safely to the sanctuary of his and his wife’s abode, where all partook in the buffet at the On-After. Special Kudos to DIE Corn for making 2025’s Labor Day weekend a truly memorable celebration.
Cheers, and On-On,
Lickety Spit