The Sand Bowl

The sand bowl is without a doubt one of my favorite places to hash. It's out of the city, has gently rolling hills, and lots of great places to run and walk. The Sand Bowl is so named because you drive down into what is basically a bowl of sand--high hills all around you. Plus, how can you not love this:
Hashers sliding down the walls of the sand bowl.

For my friends from hashes in other parts of the world, here is what I'm used to seeing on the hash:
See, no obstacles to go over/under! No tree branches! No raspberry prickers!

The on-on was a BBQ at the hash. These are always loads of fun, as everyone throws meat on the grill, sits around a fire all night, and does crazy stuff (like throwing lamp oil on a burning fire--I did NOT do that!). I brought some marinated steaks and zucchini, both of which grilled up very nicely. One woman had a guitar and sang. I ended up sleeping out in the desert under the stars with a Boy Scout of a hasher, who had an extra sleeping bag and mat in his car. I enjoyed sleeping out, but don't think my dog did...he was damp and covered in sand this morning. Yes, there was actually dew on the sleeping bags! Surprising for the desert.
See that white car? I slept in that location.

All in all, a lovely way to spend a weekend before school starts tomorrow!