167th Hash was on Sunday June 4th

In this year of drought the hares managed to find mud.
At one particularly bad section Jobsworth took the "Heroes" approach and ran as fast as he could over it under the mistaken impression that if he ran fast enough he wouldn't sink in.
Even when this failed miserably, Galumphing Gourmet thought that all he had to do was run even faster. Fair Butt ,seeing this fail too, took the "fairies" approach and tippy toed through it assuming that the mud not dare touch her darling feet. The mud promptly ate one of her shoes.

Later down the trail wimpyCliffbanger had kept dry feet by bypassing the obstacle and was way ahead. He hadn't seen any sawdust in a while but what the hell he was going vaguely in the right direction until he met the A21. All the runners followed bleating all the way. Jobsworth said there was a trail off a kilometre back and sure enough there it was and it had been well marked by the Hares too. Feeling very sheepish the runners finally met up with the walkers at the beerstop.

The on-in passed near some Roman ruins so several cultured hashers detoured to see them. In a rusty corrugated iron shed under some black plastic was a pile of mossy rubble. Feeling that this was as much culture as they could take they dashed off to the pub.

At the down-downs a very dirty Harry&Lotus were cited for lollygagging whatever that is. There were numerous bushsqatters and Well Mounted was wanker of the month for not helping the myopic runners with an "X".