Haring and Hashing...Just not in Cairo!

Look at that view!

Yesterday I set a trail for the Ithaca H3. I did it here in Horseheads at Harris Hill, the soaring capital of America (soaring being gliders, those lovely engine-less planes). Due to my inner city-girl tendencies, I was terrified at the idea of setting the trail all by myself. What if a coyote, bear, or big cat found me wandering about in the woods all by myself? How would a bag of flour help me in that situation? So, I enlisted the aid of my younger brother to set the trail with me (mostly just to walk as my bodyguard against the forces of nature).

The trail was great! We lucked out because there was no snow or rain, both of which were forecast at different times. The flour didn't always stand out in the grass, due to its resemblance to the patches of snow. Once in the forest, it was so much better, since we could splatter flour on the trees (this works better on ones with bumpy bark, not as good on birches). Lots of "shiggy", too...briars galore, frozen slush, mud, hills, ponds.

It was a small turnout; apparently all the Ithaca folks were out of town. But four guys did make it down, one all the way from Cortland (about 90 minutes away). They liked the trail, really liked the seasonal beverages at the drink checks, and were pleased with the shiggy and the views of the valley. One guy was insane, wearing shorts (too cold in my opinion). My brother and sister-in-law turned out as well and had a great time. I think they might look into hashing in Ithaca in the future.

Did the Cairene on-on afterwards; four of us went out to a nearby bar for drinks and dinner. Fun day, too much good beer, and running through woods like a little kid!