Singing Potatoes
Tuesday, 3 May 2005
Hash Bash, Day Three
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Well, better late than never, they say...

Wednesday, about half the attendees stayed at Hash Headquarters to geek out with the motion capture data and the new cloth simulation. The rest of us climbed up a small hill (about 0.9 miles high, if I remember correctly) in the Columbia Gorge, then took a short trip to nearby Multnomah Falls.

Then, back to Hash HQ, in time to go into Portland for dinner. We split up into groups, since there were so many of us. I joined the group going to an Irish pub, where I was the only non-employee who didn't use a Mac. Then it was back to Hash HQ for the Film Festival. Or so we thought.

Bob's bus had been in an accident on Monday (actually, it was his wife's bus), so we'd been using his Emergency Backup Bus on Tuesday and Wednesday. On the way back, it began overheating. Badly. Fortunately, we managed to get across the bridge before it gave up again, so most of us walked the short way back to the Hash building. And saw the bus drive past us once they'd got it cooled down enough to move again. But that was all right.

Then it was time to say goodbye, as I was leaving bright and early in the morning. It was a great, fun-filled three days, full of more physical exertion than this pasty, underexercised computer geek expected, but worth it.


Posted by godfrey (link)
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Ah, my late lamented sunglasses!

(Why is Heath contemplating his dad's crotch?)
Firstly, half the group isn't exactly smiling, where they confused when someone yelled "smile"?

Secondly, who decided it was a good idea to take people who spend the rest of the year inside infront of the a computer hiking? How the lot of you didn't burn to a crisp instantly, I'll never understand.

I mean, isn't actually going outside enough? Following it up with walking around and up things? *shaking head*
Maybe they're not smiling because of all the physical exertion. :-)

Like I said, I think Martin was trying to weed out the weak ones. But we didn't burn to a crisp because the Evil Orb of Burning Hate is pretty weak up in Washington. Wednesday was the first time we actually saw blue sky.

And I don't know why Heath is contemplating his dad's crotch. Perhaps he just wanted the soda.