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🌿 Adventures with P3H3: A Highly Questionable Tale 🍃🔥

It always starts the same way — with a half-baked plan, a pocket full of snacks, and a parking lot that looks just suspicious enough to feel like home. 🛻🌲

Hashers trickle in, sneakers dragging, coffees in hand, or already mid-blaze depending on their priorities.
Some show up in running gear. Others? In fishnets, neon, unicorn costumes, or whatever felt "trail-appropriate" at 4:20 PM.
Nobody blinks. Nobody judges. This is P3H3. You are already among your people.

There's a hare — there’s always a hare — who swears they know where they’re going.
Spoiler: they don't. 🧭💨
They set off to mark trail with flour, chalk, dreams, questionable decisions, and maybe a snack stop or two if they’re feeling generous.

The rest of us? We wander after the marks like very determined foodies chasing a rumor about a pizza truck.
Sometimes we’re on trail. Sometimes we’re very much not.
Someone inevitably finds a cool rock, a shady spot to spark one up, or a patch of trail so pretty you forget you’re technically "hashing." 🌿✨

False trails are celebrated. Getting a little lost is encouraged.
Trail wisdom says: if you're confused, light another one and trust the universe.

Eventually — somehow, some way — the pack converges at the end.
There’s laughter. There’s relief.
There’s circle: a sacred ritual of songs, shenanigans, shoutouts, and deeply questionable behavior set to the beat of laughter and clinking cans. 🍻🎶

First-timers get silly nicknames they’ll proudly regret forever.
Old timers get roasted like marshmallows around a cosmic campfire.
Everyone ends up laughing until their face hurts.

And after circle?
The vibe slows, the snacks appear, and the real magic happens:
Joints get passed. Beers get cracked. Leftover gummy bears get traded like rare currency.
Someone always finds a couch, a blanket, or a patch of grass to "Never Leave Camp" (NLCs represent!). 🛋️🔥

Between the snacks, the smoke, the chaotic retelling of trail misadventures, you realize:
this isn’t just hashing.
This is freedom.
This is what trail was always supposed to feel like.

A place where every walker, runner, dancer, stroller, wanderer, and snack goblin finds a home — and no one gets left behind.

Trail.
Snack.
Repeat.

✨ Puff². Pass. Hash. ✨