Yes! There was a hash yesterday!
So there we were driving down a one-way, dog infested street in a tiny neighborhood where probably 75 % of the remaining residents of Delray call home.
We found the snow covered parking lot. You could tell we were in the right spot as the missing member of ICP, 2 Dopey was there to greet us (See below.)
After hearty hellos and a longer than necessary chalk talk, although with a wonderfully vivid neon orange flour, the hares were off into the wasteland.
Soon after we ran out of beer we were in hot pursuit, although with time to appreciate the not unpolluted area with various abandoned things, boarded-up buildings, piles of what could be dirt and even here and there nature trying to reclaim some ground. Highlights included everything US Steel, Marathon Oil everywhere and the Biosolid dehydrating plant (unfortunately they weren’t giving out samples).
And then we came to the train tracks leading to a rail bridge and probably to a beer check somewhere after that. Only thing was there was a train about 100 yrds away. It came down the tracks, blowing it’s horn. Then it backed up, and went forward again, then there was another train, etc. (I found out later that they were engineerless auto-trains, but still….)The pack split up. No Pussy disappeared. Ditch and Pocket disappeared into the bushes and Cox and Backstage said f*ck it and started walking down a long, long, road. I was there with Ruffio waiting for one of the trains to pass so TMI could get on the other side of the tracks. After some wandering and discussion and not wanting to meet the Rail Police we decided to follow Cox and Backstage down the long, long road.
I won’t bore you (more) with the details but I heard there was a sweet beer check (with beer!) in a silo with rickety, scary stairs. Apparently everyone made it to the beer check. Everyone except for Whip, Ruffio and TMI. We didn’t find jack and walked miles and miles back to the cars. Cold and sober.
The pack showed up shortly after we reached the cars. and then reconvened at The Black Horse Cantina for the on-after. Unfortunately I had to leave and missed the fun ( I hear the tacos are pretty good there).
Thanks to the hares(for haring, duh) for showing us a part of Detroit we don’t normally get to see (unless Diaper is doing a punishment hash).