On the weekend of July 22nd, Two-Thousand Seventeen, two hashers journeyed as far north as can reasonably be expected to visit our comrade, Nub, before he completes his however many month journey to Maine.
The weekend started with trips to breweries and for ice cream, several under-washed hitchhikers were transported to a suitable location, and much alcohol was consumed before the third of the party arrived. Once the last got in, she snacked and commandeered a bottle of wine to console her after the arduous, yet scenic, journey from Virginia.
The following morning, Nub decided to take a bubble bath and that his visitors would paint his toenails. However, he quickly decided that he hated the bath and revoked his enthusiastic consent for the nail painting mid-brush stroke. He also lamented being relegated to a tiny cot while the girls slept in the big bed. A short hike to a waterfall commenced, where children were ushered away from the loud visitors as soon as the parents saw them opening a bottle of wine. More alcohol and ice cream were consumed, there was a failed attempt at glitter-bearding, and then the travelers headed back to the farm where they were regaled with stories of farming and cow-catching. They also learned some of the details involved with moving a whole yurt across a small field. All while drinking, playing with power tools, and hearing the many variations of the story of how Nub lost his thumb.
At some point, the party was edumacated on the awesomeness of Rick and Morty, The League, and Drunk History (kinda), fell asleep, and woke up to a real-life escaped cow story!
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