Dickus and Richard the Turd arive early, and are waiting for the rabble.

Dark Siders gather, and an poor unsuspecting visitor, Frequent Streaker, is greeted by our Hash Flash Deep Shit (who forgot his camera).

The man of the hour, or should we say at least 100 hours, Richard the Turd is here to celbrate (be punished for) having come out for the Dark Side over 100 times!

The Turd gets to wear the 100 run club, duck tape jacket.  Few have warn it - he's the 6th.

Digger (our Dark Side RA) calls Frequent Streaker into the circle.  He's, from Edmonton, but his mother hash is the Koh Samui Hash House Harriers.  We might think it's a cold evening, but its not as cold as Edmonton!

Our first false trail.  Up over the overpass, and the photograph made it accross first - never follow Stroke.

Turd and other head off in the right direction.  Now I have to put on the gas to catch up!

The joy of rainy weather.  Even the Canada Goose remains on the ground.

An erect pole is found.  How exciting!

Final here comes Stoolie leading the pack.  Just around the corner is a 'hash halt'.

As long as you don't suffer from paranoia, it was a great place to have a hash halt.  BTW, exemplary of municipal planning to get to the closest higher ground requires crossing a 6 lane freeway with a barrier in the middle, so it would have been better to tell pedestrian where to go - and what about wheelchair accessibility?

Hashers in motion, ... or, hashers caught in a tsunami.

A roundabout follow the dots, on-on, on-on, on-on, ...and on.

Finally I spot the dot that leads me off this loop.

Other hashers get trapped on the on-on merry go round.

Off into a View Royal neighbourhood.  It's snowing cherry blossoms.

Through a little side trail on to the train tracks.  These are no longer in use.  Maybe municipal planners don't like overpasses and trains?

Off along the tracks.

You'd think this run was a tour of municiple planning!  It's a brand new bridge to nowhere; a fairly new overpass that has no trail, road, or tracks attached to either end of it.  Pressumable a trail will make use of it, if they ever get around to building it.

By the time we got to this hash-halt hashers were arriving at it from more than one direction.  It's on one side of the road, and if you missed it in the rain, you'll see the arrow on the other side of the road.

The Turd on the bridge.

The Turd on a backhoe.

Ah, an arrow on the other side of the road.  True trail across the Craigflower Bridge.

It's getting dark, so it's about time.

I'm first to the BC.  A women in a nearby tuck locks her door.  In the rain do I look that scary, or is loitering near the park on a dark rainy night less normal than loitering in a truck?

Finally the hares arrive with the refreshment.

They're cold too,... or like us did they just got cold while waiting.

The flash of the camera exposes hashers in the dark; Prize Prick with a ventral racing stripe to make him visible, Stoolie wrapped up like a science fiction mommy.

Dikkus has on one of the few and original Dark Side pull-overs.  He's a father to this enterprise and is vocal about it being spelled 'Dark Side', and not 'Darkside' - just incase you spot the wrong 'Darkside' on the website.

Yes, he ran the entire trail with that!  The trail conveniently ran pass Richard the Turd's home, not too far from the BC, so he grabbed his umbrella.

The On-On Dark Side 100 Club Jacket, made of duck tape, "the handyman's secret weapon".  Red Green would be proud of us.

Another blind shot in the dark captures Double Hump in full pontification, and our Hash Flash being Hash Cash drinking his share of the profits (because he forgot his camera), and Boomerang in blue - our Grand Matress, 'he-who-must-be-treated-with-the-respect-he-deserves(-or-what-ever-that-means)'

One of our regular Hash's two RAs, Blue Balls, looking ver 'Sheikhish', and the VH3 Hareraiser Hoops-along Chastity not being Sheikhish.

Does that look like a man who has run in the Dark for at least 200 months?

He's been in the Dark so long we should rename him Richard the Turd Count Dark Side, to be shortened to Dark Side Turd.

The Hares; Dickus and Premature Evacuation, are punished for that dry trail.

Our visitor; Frequent Streaker is called in to the circle.

The Turd's 100th run mug.  Nice!

The closest thing to a rabble shot.

Prize Prick earned himself a down-down.

Our Hash Flash, Deep Shit, for 'being there' to record Turd's 100^th run to a chorus of 'Why Was He Born So Beautiful" ...(actually normaly he's very good).

We finish this gallery with a parting shot ar (of) Boomerage beeing our Wanker of the Month.   On On! - to Turd's 100^th