A Medieval Party...

Opee and I failed to get a photo together. I cheated and wore the same outfit as I did the previous weekend for Interscandi.

After a BBQ dinner, the organizing committee made an appearance in their medieval outfits. 

Opee proved his qualifications as a jester by juggling and entertaining Norah, who proudly wore Ashlynn’s old Little Mermaid costume. 

Opee enjoyed DJing, while I enjoyed dancing. 

Opee wasn’t the only entertainment. Rumple did a great job photographing the fire dancer, who put on a very impressive show.

 

More of the Castle...

I couldn’t resist taking lots more photos of the incredible castle. 

Our room, which we shared with some hashers we’d never met before and rarely ever saw, was on the backside of this building, across the moat from the main building.

The views became ever more beautiful as the sun set. 

 

GNH Walker’s Trail...

After breakfast, the entire group posed for a photo before splitting up for the different trail lengths. 

Normally I run, but when I saw the warning to be prepared to hike on the walker’s trail, I decided to skip the runner’s trail because of the hills (trail was 7.7 miles with a 1,150 foot altitude loss and gain). 

I felt a bit foolish being the only hasher in hiking boots, but also didn’t mind wearing boots on the steep parts.  

Of the four hash weekends we did in 2022, this was by far my favorite trail as it was very scenic...

…with some great rock formations...

…and amazing reflections.

Opee left the crutches at the castle and found a walking stick for trail. 

The stairs of this tiny chapel was a convenient spot for a group photo of the walkers. 

Our trail led down into a valley near a town...

...to a spot next to a creek for our lunch break where this photo was taken of the White and Blacks. Soon after in a very rare event, I yelled at Opee in front of everyone as he threatened to walk the rest of the trail which would be all uphill. My fit included threatening the very kind driver of the vehicle that brought us our lunches as I needed to ensure that he’d manhandle Opee, if necessary. Luckily Opee gave in and waved to me as he was whisked back to the castle. 

The trail back was also very scenic...

…and included spotted butterflies. Back at the castle, I volunteered when there was call for RAs for the circle. My favorite down-down was for the 89-year-old German hasher that had come to the castle with his family 75 years earlier when he was just 14 (he was still faster than I was). I wish I could remember the name of the hasher who approached me after the circle to share with me all the ways that I had underperformed as an RA. He seemed quite surprised and embarrassed to learn I wasn’t a local Stuttgart hasher. I had fun the following day calling him in for a down-down while trying to incorporate many of his suggestions, such as projecting more and circling around so everyone can hear and see me. 

 

GNH Pub Crawl After Dark...

Oops....I failed to include these photos with the original post about the GNH Pub Crawl. Sunset while doing trail was pretty dramatic.

Also dramatic was Opee, DJing his largest event to date...

…and the white castle contrasted against the dark sky. 

 

GNH Pub Crawl...

Was super happy when I caught sight of my shadow when crossing the bridge to the main part of the castle. 

Was even better when a few other hashers joined me for some photos of our shadows.

Opee started DJing Friday night after the opening ceremony by the team from Stuttgart H3.

You can see we were paying close attention. The weather was wonderful, so we had dinner both nights in this courtyard.

We each received a personalized ceramic stein. The optional hash shirts were very cute with a Harry Potter theme.

After the long Red Dress Hash, Opee’s injury from the Beer Marathon was really acting up. Luckily a hasher loaned him some crutches. 

The castle was in the middle of nowhere with no pubs for us to visit. The solution for the pub crawl was quite clever: we were broken up into four groups matching the color on our name tags with each group starting at the drink station with a cocktail of their color. 

Several drink stations were in the moat...

…with the sangria, which was my favorite, in the woods.