More about Arizona; While I was in Arizona, my cousin and I ran a hash with a group of Hash House Harriers. It’s a trail run/walk where you try to nab the “hares” by following chalk marks they leave behind. However, sometimes the chalk marks lead to forks in the road, where you have to choose wisely, or you’ll be forced to backtrack.
I pretty much died in the cliffs of Arizona. I am wayyy out of shape, and was definitely at the back of the pack for the majority of the run. The scenery was really beautiful (we were at Coon Bluff in Mesa, AZ) but I could barely catch my breath, much less take pictures (or video).
After the run is over, there’s something called the Down-Down. It’s a ceremony where you basically toast each other (for really random reasons) just to toast each other. It is heaps of fun.
My cousin and I are going to try and find a hash out here in California to run.