The concert was supposed to start at 2, so we thought we'd hit it first, go hash, and then go back. The rally's description: "local artist, musicians, poets, entertainers and dancers came together for an afternoon to remember those who have died of violence in the Federation, to ensure they are not forgotten and to encourage our nation to come together and takes steps to put an end to the senseless waste of or most valuable resource." We missed the beginning because Michael promised to pick someone up from waaaay down on the peninsula for the hash and let's just say it didn't work out. The outcome was a change in plans. We didn't go after the hash either because we got caught up in interesting conversations and lost track of time.
We'll have to live vicariously through others. The organizers of the rally, planted 139 crosses to represent 139 lives lost to violence since 2007. From other people's photos, you can see that it was rather powerful.
You remember Elvis?
Such a waste and so sad. How many more crosses between now and next year's peace concert? If there were any gang members there, I hope this woke them up (and didn't fuel a taste for revenge). Enough.
Ok, so we didn't make it to the rally, but we were nearby. We rarely get a hash in the Bird Rock/Frigate Bay area because it's mostly residential. I give the hares credit, this did take us through spots we hadn't been through and had vistas, but once again, the markings kind of got invisible in the end and we ended up missing 1/3 of the hike. We couldn't figure out why we were done so early and then found out from the few hounds who had caught the right scent (seen the ribbons) that we had missed a big chunk of the trail. Hrmph. I would have gone back and tried to find it, but nobody would go with me. Hrmph.
Now because this hash was happening during the Queen's Diamond Jubilee celebration in the UK, and there are few British hashers, the two Americans who set it started the shabang at the Silver Jubilee Athletics stadium. There were tents down there, so obviously something big must be coming - in fact, an "explosion of athletes" will be there Sunday.
We had a large crowd again, all ready for a very, very, very hot hash.
It wasn't long before we were heading into the aquifer area, that is now also a national park.
I had the Browndson clan behind me
and at one point we walked past a bunch of cows and one moo'd loudly and deeply. Molly said it sounded like Mr. X, meaning his belches, and she was absolutely right.
While looking at the upcoming cliff,
we all somehow got off the trail (the 1st time) and ended up going over some garbage. Hmm, that didn't seem right.
No worries, it all led to the same place... the cliff. Climb!
There! At the top and staring at all the people who still have to do this.
Because the American hares didn't know how to celebrate anything without a high-five, they told us that if the runners/walkers passed each other, they had to high-five each other. Alrighty then. Slap my palm!
Look at how hazy it is. That's not a bad photo, this is exactly what it looks like out there. Ick.
We were right behind some houses here - it looks like we're in a jungle.
And then we were back amongst the residences and missing our turn off. Hrmph.
Once it was over, our hares took their down-down in a tea cup, and yes they had a crumpet (or cookie) with it.
We should have left then and we could have seen some of the concert and gone to the Freewinds for the one they were having onboard, but noooo. I did get to try a starfruit though. A lot of times we don't try things on our own because we don't know when things are ripe or how to eat them. A guy (Leo) pulled out a starfruit and handed me a sliver. You eat the whole thing - peel and all. Simple enough. It sort of tastes like a pear. He showed me how to eat a wax apple too, but they weren't ripe enough to try yet (they should be red). This led to a conversation about produce and Big Sexy (Rodney) promised to hook us up. We got to talking about the peace concert, the crime, and then...politics. It was so interesting, I didn't want to leave. The next thing we knew, we had missed everything else. Oh well. Live in the moment.
So what else? Well, I "cooked" again. This time it was banana "ice cream." A friend, Tina, blogged about making ice cream out of bananas and pretty much nothing else and so I decided that I had to try it. Although we do eat dairy (we're not vegans), it's mainly because it's too hard to avoid it - especially when we aren't near a Trader Joe's, Wild Oats, or Whole Foods. I am not a fan of milk, so put soy in stuff when it's up to me and am always looking for ways to enjoy things sans-dairy.
And when a recipe says throw a bunch of peeled, frozen bananas into a food processor and you've got some ice cream, how am I not going to try that?! Seriously, that's all you do. You can add whatever you want, if anything. I added some frozen blueberries, chia-seed gel, a little vanilla, and cinnamon. That's it. Michael, who loves ice cream, broke a bowl in his excitement - luckily while it was still empty. We both thought it was delicious. A tip is to make sure you put the final concoction in your freezer in a glass bowl - plastic will make it more icy. Eight bananas yielded about 6 decent-sized portions. The reason you focus on bananas is because they become creamy - hence the ice "cream" part. Any other fruit requires some cream, yogurt, tofu, or cottage cheese, which is fine, unless you're trying to avoid those things. Mmmmmmmm. Next time it'll be bananas, chia seeds (brain food!), nutmeg, and dark chocolate chips. Mmmmmmm.