Aloha H3 Hash Trash #1816 – CPS’ 16th Birthday / Shortest Hash of the Year
December 20th, 2025
Hares: Digging For Love, CPS, DHL
Start: Waipahū District Park
So no shit, there we were!
The kennel was gathered ‘round, raining off and on (because of course… RA), looking around with no Hare in sight. Teenee had wanted to get things started, but without a Hare, we were left to our own devices. Lawn chairs had already started to make their way out when Digging and CPS finally came running into the parking lot!
With a few lies and a short 15-20 minute head start for the hares (Teenee time), the pack was away, making their way down the street and into the culverts below.. They finally came upon a very short tunnel, much to the dismay of the stiffer older hashers with aching backs and bad knees.. But ON ON we went! . . . no mention of a headlamp needed in the write up. Hmmmm.
Once off the beaten path, we found DHL who offered us a bag full of seltzers; not a beer in sight. Must be a fluke, we thought, as we bid him a farewell and made our way ON OUT for more adventure, and hopefully what matters most – BEER!
As we made our way towards the next check, we came across a field of GOATS! With one having escaped and standing watch on the trail ahead. (Navy Chief!!). Making out way past, we followed a riverbed and dry stream full of gold balls to a set of three tunnels, with one being a tunnel of “transformation”. Candles were lit, pink streamers hung from the ceiling, and a “fuzzy navel” / seltzer check at the end with Digging for Love and CPS welcoming us!
Even though there was once again, no beer (starting to get suspicious at this point), our minds were taken off as we watched CPS enjoy her shot check to the fullest extent, of course – while we had her mother’s attention.
For the Eagles, it was ON UP.. as we made our way up a narrow makeshift trail to a utility road above, ultimately wrapping around, through a SKETCHY spider filled tunnel (just don’t look up), and back to the goats we just saw. WTF?!
Trail marks were kicked out and bad trail marks laid, directing the pack up towards another beer check.. Let’s call them “drink checks” from now on. DHL waved as we crested the dirt covered hill overlooking the roadway below, with what but a bag full of more seltzer!
From here, Eagles made their way back as Super Eagles got to experience something… different.
Super Eagles continued on, into the woods, through and around homeless encampments DEEP into the woods, under bridges, across rivers, and over closed roadways, feeling more like a secret operation than a hash at certain points. #Undetected
Finally, we popped out, crossed the road, sent it over a bridge, and made our way through a small community before finding the bike path and a straight shot ON HOME.
Back at circle, Taco had set up an assortment of snacks and Crazy Whores had her truck positioned with the bed down for easy access to beer – as a canopy was popped to provide shade and reprieve from any rain clouds overhead.
Festivities ensued, and laughs were shared as we celebrated CPS’ 16th birthday, compliments of ICE, and watched her fall not once, not twice, but three times out of her chair, and eventually take off running down the parking lot as Digging followed closely behind. As we reminisced about our own childhoods, circle continued and plenty of fun was had. With Swing Low sang, the kenneled helped pack up and the Hash went in peace!
#SpinningPhase #HummingPhase
ON-ON
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