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Run #1471 - Saturday 21 September 2019
  • Destination: Mjølfjell
  • Hares: Mata Hari and Dog Handler
  • In the pack: Foggy Glasses, Comes Every Time, Deep Throat, Camp Toilet, Guinea Pig and Headless
  • Your scribe: Foggy Glasses

Five hashers were ferried to the 11th Mjølfjell Weekend by Camp Toilet in his chariot, whilst one hasher travelled by train. The hares had soaked up the sun on their terrace whilst waiting for the travelling hashers to arrive on what was the warmest Mjølfjell weekend ever, with temperatures reaching 18°C on Saturday and 22°C on Sunday.

With everyone assembled, the pack was informed that on the run there were two drink-stops with a possibility of a third drink-stop. Thus armed with some uplifting information, ON-OUT was called and the pack set off into the warm autumn afternoon.

The trail took us from the hares' cabin in the general direction of the train station before heading straight up the mountain side and ON-ON to a cabin, where the owner was waiting for us with some home brewed refreshments and old-wordly hospitality! The hares had happened to pass the cabin looking for some virgin territory and were invited in for some refreshments. The owner was more than happy to extend the invitation to the whole pack if we passed before he left for town. And there we stood, enjoying some wonderful home-made 'vossabrygg' with trains passing just below the cabin!

After a while, the hares moved us on in the direction of Rjoanddalen on rather invisible paths. After a short while, we hit the 'main road' and headed up the valley on the west side of the river and ON-ON to the second drink stop where some hashers thought whisky was served, which was not the case!

ON-OUT was soon called and we headed further up the valley to the third drink-stop (beer) where Grodjuvet joins the main valley, much enjoyed on the bridge constructed by 70 Gurkha Field Support Squadron in 2002 (the whole valley is a military shooting range).

Fortified by the brew three hashers, namely Headless, Camp Toilet and Comes Every Time, decided to follow an imaginary trail down the east side of the valley to the ON-INN whilst the rest of the pack followed the road (and trail) down the west side of the valley.

All made it safely to the ON-INN, with the west-siders reaching it well before the east-siders.

In the circle, the whole pack was punished (or celebrated) for various misdemeanours. The only interesting part was when the GM refused a tea-bag using her new shoes and insisted on a tea-bag using another hasher's shoes instead (she had changed from brand new to old shoes before the run because a tea-bag seemed inevitable). As no one offered any shoes, the whole incident was ignored by the pack.

After the circle, the hostess served a wonderful dinner, washed down with some Crémant from Alsace followed by various white and red wines, including a Lebanese red wine and rounded off with Gin and tonics served by Deep Throat, all hashers sharing the booze they brought with them.

I think we must be getting older, as there were not the usual shenanigans after the dinner and instead most hashers headed to bed for an early night.
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