Inter America 2025 part 4: Sunday part 2

Tony West
Nov 18, 2025
4 min read

Updated: Nov 20, 2025

--Along with local trails you can also attend large events like regional hashes (Pacific North West Inter Hash, Texas Inter Hash, Gold Rush H3, and so many more), national hashes (Inter Americas, Nash Hash, Euro Hash, and more), and then you have the biggest one of all the Inter Hash. All these hashes are not just show up for a few hours and you are done, nope! Typically they are a 3 day (Fri, Sat, & Sun) event and most often they have pre and post events with them.--

--30 Oct-2 Nov 2025 in New Orleans, Louisiana--

Inter America 2025 – Part 4: Sunday Trail, Part 2

As the bus drove around for about twenty minutes, we all chatted and got to know a few new friends. Eventually the bus pulled off the road, and the excitement kicked in. We knew the adventure was about to start. A few of the Front Running Bastards/Bimbos (FRBs) were already stretching and warming up.

The trail itself turned out to be pretty easy at first—mostly a path wrapping around the lake—but CoonA$$ H3 definitely had a few tricks and treats waiting for us. If you haven’t figured it out by now, I’m pretty competitive. I love being an FRB. And when I’m not the FRB, I do what we call “zenning”—basically making an educated guess on how to short cut and hoping it works out.

Starting Out

Only a few feet into trail we hit our first intersection. I chose to go right, found a bridge, and felt pretty confident… until the one person ahead of me shouted, “Bad trail! Turn around!”

So back we went—instantly dropping from the front to somewhere in the middle of the pack. Someone off to the left then yelled “On-on!” after finding true trail, and we all headed in the correct direction.

The path was about twenty feet wide, trees lining both sides, the sun out, and the weather perfectly warm. Before long, a few of us managed to work our way back to FRB status. Up ahead we saw two hashers standing around a corner on the right side. For a second I thought, “Great… I lost my FRB spot again.”

Turned out they were the hares at the Beer Near (BN)—with drinks and snacks waiting for us. We grabbed beers, grabbed snacks, chatted about the trail, and once a few more hashers arrived, we followed a small path down to the lake. We enjoyed our beverages, took plenty of photos, crushed our cans, and got back on trail.

The Trickery Begins

The trail continued along that wide, easy path. I was thinking, This is going to be smooth and simple. At least I’m an FRB.

Wrong.

After another twenty minutes of running, we hit a mark leading us into the woods on the left. We followed it—then promptly got lost after misreading another mark. Suddenly about twenty hashers were wandering around looking for trail. Eventually it was found… right back on the main wide path.

That’s the life of an FRB: first, then middle, then last, then first again—unless you magically guess correctly at every intersection.

Back on the path, we soon ran into a weird mark. It took about ten of us standing around scratching our heads to finally realize we needed to go left again into the woods for a shot check.

This one was priceless. One lonely hare stood there with one squeeze bottle. Imagine: eighty hashers and one bottle. After a few minutes she asked for help. I jumped right in. She said there was another squeeze bottle in the bag, so I grabbed it and started shouting, “Who wants a dirty shot in your mouth?”

With my name being Dirty, and me squeezing shots into people’s mouths, it only felt appropriate. But was that enough? Absolutely not. After the first few hashers, I added sounds, gestures, and dramatic movements to really bring the Dirty shot experience to life. Tons of photos, tons of laughs.

The downside? I was now dead last and had to catch up.

Zen Gone Wrong

I took off through the woods and then lost the marks on the path I was following. I figured, No worries, it’ll link back up to the big path. I was half right. It headed toward the path but then dead-ended.

I was too far along to just turn back, so I started zenning through the woods—around trees, over bushes, straight through spider webs (the true enemy of hashers everywhere). Eventually I reached a small water, cough, muddy crossing but couldn’t find an easy route across. I turned right and followed the waterline, hoping to reconnect with the pack.

BATT "zenning" with Dirty! — B.A.T.T. crossing after videoing me.

That’s when I ran into a longtime hasher and friend, B.A.T.T. She’s awesome and always a blast to hash with. As we continued, we saw a large group of hashers about 200 feet away crossing the water on a log. As an FRB-at-heart, I didn’t want to wait in line. I said, “Let’s find our own spot,” and BATT was all in.

This is where it went downhill—fast.

We found a tiny tree crossing the muddy water. Nope, not water, just mud, thick, unforgiving mud. I made it maybe five feet before falling straight into it. At that point the goal changed from staying clean to just getting across with minimal additional disaster.

Little did I know BATT was recording the whole thing. And yes—the video is below. Listen to what she says between her laughs.

We eventually dragged ourselves out and back to trail, though I was still somewhere around middle of the pack. That was okay, though—because I got to see my girlfriend, and we did our traditional callout:

Me: “Flybrator!”

Her: “I love you!”

We started this tradition back i

n South America during the post-lube of the Waddle On-On cruise in 2025. (Yes, go read my blog titled “Waddle On-On 25.”)

This post is getting long, and this is a perfect cliffhanger.