Day One	( All photographs courtesy of Shiggy Pit and his Sony Mavica, unless otherwise noted. )
Camp site was great--the privacy and location and parking were perfect. The weather was perfect--good job in that department. Soup Nazi did a fine job with the food. I appreciated having some of the odder items (soy milk, tofu pate, dry cereal) over pancakes that are always a challenge for a hungry, overhung crowd. For next year I'd recommend bringing out all new, never been used gold rocks, with a logo or something to distinguish them. And no conflicts on the schedule. Avoid weddings, etc. OK, we get screwed with Scandia, but aside from that. BBQ salmon is great--can I have Barely's? Suggestion for next year: It was ver nice having the option of paying a reduced fee to stay over just one night. Make buying the T-shirt an option. Sasquatch I guess what they say is true, imitation is the grandest form of flattery. It's refreshing to see the Ewegene hash copy forms of hashing that started with OH3. Lips Did anyone else notice how peacefully quiet it was on Sunday morning. You could even hear the birds chirping and the ripples of the lake with Head Queen hung over. Rock Hard even seemed amazed by the new quiet, pathetic Head Queen who didn't remember throwing yours truly into the lake. Of course, which I did not deserve. A pic would have been lovely, but I'm empty handed. There may still be drool stains on Rock Hard's shirt though. Mossy Grotto My favorite memory of GR2K: When the Hash Snitch (Jello Butt) called my new boyfriend (who has never been to a hash event) that "hippy weather man". Also: When Jello asked Mossy "what ELSE she did to have such a good time at Gold Rush"... C-fold Haven't you already heard my thoughts? Oh, formally, well . . . Fond memories of Barry naked and wet next to the flames, laughing that none of us dry, clothed, folks could get that close. I liked the mass moon for goose bumps at the end. I hope they spend long hours figuring out whose butt is whose. Loved having both camp sites. Cheers to the soup nazi. The chicken and pancakes were especially good. The internet site was beautiful, and down loading the form was very convenient. Suggestion for next year: MORE GOLD!! As gold rush gets bigger, we need to spread the wealth. I liked that we waited at the beer check until the goldless got going, etc. If we hadn't, Hugh might have found double digit gold and I might have had to hear him boast about it after he played Santa, giving it all away. Yours truly, Geni Talia	There is a fog, heavy, a bright warm light in the distance. My eyes...can't seem to open them. Why doesn't my body obey my thoughts? Hashers all around, Stinky's voice stands out, "Hey Flaco, stand the fuck up". He moves on. Horny is there too. Her fingers move through my hair. It feels good. Then the stomach convulses once again and the warm acidic contents within pour strongly up my throat and fill my mouth before spilling into the clean white sand beside me. There are others nearby. Discussion seems to involve various methods of transportation of my body to the tent. Someone, maybe with medical knowledge, suggests carrying me. This is rejected outright. Finally, I am lifted from the stained sand and my arms wrapped around two strong shoulders. Moments later I am poured into the tent. I dream of the missed opportunity for love making on the beach by the fire. Maybe someone else took advantage after we were gone. I hope they were careful where they sat. Oh yes, I remember Gold Rush. I remember it all too well. Can't wait for next year. Nutcutter I actually found a gold nugget this time! wet spots Ordinarily I bunch, but when camping I typically fold. Squats 2 P Dear Hugh, As one of only two canucks present for your Gala event I thoroughly enjoyed myself and hopefully will try to bring more canucks next year. My low point of the weekend was loosing a game of washers (with Sofa King as my partner) to Buffwheat and Dr. Didalittle. Sort of a Canada vs the USA match. We showed alot of heart but in the end lost of the last toss. I enjoyed the singing, looking for gold nuggets, and meeting the girls (who had to clue me into why they are called the girls, so I was a tad embarrassed). As it turns out, I also enjoyed jamming my finger playing beach football only to return home and get it x-ray'd and find out it was really broken. And there was no flag on the play either! It was clearly pass interference on Head Queens part. I recall a lost Stink Finger on Saturday night trying to find his tent and mumbling something a 'bimbo' he was lying on the beach with gazing at the stars. I also recall nudity, lots of it. Thats about it. Thanks Again, On On Lizard. P.S. Fold. P.S.S. Got on at exit 69 at the Sea-Tac Airport on the way home. P.S.S.S. Should have some photo's to follow.
Blacky guarding the Sacred Vessel	Where's Squats to Pee and the fucking beer?
Horny and Nutty trying to put their tent together.	Horny Toad and Nutcutter successful.
Munching on Big Macs	Gopher thinking and Dr. Didalittle imbibing.
Wet Spots roasting a Stinky's weeny.	The Weeny.
Soup Nazi and his empire	Steel Balls
T-shirts, modeled by the sister-brother act of Centerfold and Pubic Defender. Accompanied by Tri Anything.	Didalittle and Tri trying to balance the books.
The designer T-shirt, courtesy of graphic artist Shiggy.	The elusive Coco Roo and Head Chef, Soup Nazi.
Crescent Lake Summit Meeting	EH3er Sperm Bank holding a deposit.
Juan Night Stand and Stink Finger (photo courtesy of JNS)	Singed Sack speaking the gospel to Rock Hard
Hugh, PBS and her Down Down	The Oregon Hash and their Down Downs.
Skinny Bitch receiving Sacrament from Hugh Mungus	Squats to Pee addressing his punishment...
Singed Sack from Seattle	FC from Seattle and his Down Down.
Sweet Chariots, coming for to carry me home...	Things are slowing down for Wet Spots, Thorny Ass, Mr. Cream Jeans and soon to be Ball and Chained Burnt Lips.