Experimenting a little with the phone camera yesterday afternoon. I have the Samsung A50 which purportedly has a quality camera. So, it must be me. Scott’s photos always seem to come out crisper and clearer than mine though. He made an adjustment to the pixel count or something on my phone (it’s all Greek to me) and he says it makes it easier when he manipulates my photos for the Hash Facebook page.
Anyway, yesterday I took these two photos back-to-back:
I took this one with the camera held horizontally and with the “best shot” icon lit.This one with the camera held vertically and also centered on the “best shot”.
My Facebook commenters preferred the first photo. It still looks fuzzy to me somehow. Or maybe I have a problem with my eyes. Oh well.
Nothing else worthy of note since then, beers and dinner at Mango’s then home for a smoothie. As usual, in bed before 9:00. Yeah, yeah, I don’t know how I handle the excitement either.
Here’s the post from yesterday’s hike.
I was somehow drafted to choose a trail, probably because we started out from my house. I opted to do My Bitch with the extra loop/hill that we did when I last was the Hare. Scott wasn’t able to make it so I apologize in advance for the poor quality of the photos today.
Five of us all told for our pleasant Friday hike under overcast skies. L-R are Jim, Dan Troy, and Simon.Onward we march.Passing through a small village on our way to the second climb.“To the right, guys!” Is something you shout when you are leading from behind.The second hill climb of the morning.I called them out for their frequent rest breaks. They claimed to be waiting for the old, slow guy. Whoever that was.The thatch grass has continued to ascend to new heights. Made some of the trail hard to hike.The obligatory shot of Easter mountain.A snake in the grass. Oh wait, that’s Jim. Never mind.Some people look down on Barrio Barretto. Yesterday I was one of them.I was trying to get a shot of a butterfly on one of these flowers but he flitted off before I could push the button. Use your imagination.
Made it back down without incident and headed to Cheap Charlies for some liquid refreshment.
My Lovely waitress delivering my first beer of the day. I’m not exaggerating either. Her name IS Lovely.Heidi however is the one I crave. To no avail thus far.
And that’s how my Friday went down. Gonna do some darts this afternoon so I best get to practicing.
The government powers that be, at least for the moment, have lifted their heavy boot from the throat of us oppressed citizens. Well, in my case, expat on a tourist visa. The bars are open again and in exchange for wearing masks, shields, and keeping our distance, we are allowed to stay out until 9 p.m. every night. I have adjusted my lifestyle accordingly and I’m making do with the way things are for the most part.
One thing I can’t get used to is the inability to conveniently travel. Oh, I could jump through the hoops required to board an international flight back home to the USA, but why would I want to go there? And if I did I wouldn’t be allowed back in the Philippines until some unspecified date in the future when the travel ban is lifted. Worse yet, I can’t travel much within-country either. Well, I can if I’m willing to be quarantined for 14 days at my destination. No thank you!
One aspect of my retired life planning was reasonably frequent excursions both domestic and abroad. Since arriving here over two years ago I’ve only managed Palawan, Baguio, and Manila. I’ve been itching to get out to Bohol and even have an internet friend willing to be my tour guide. But I’m not going to risk getting caught up in the system that’s currently in place. I know one guy who got COVID tested to travel, they said he was positive, and slapped him into a quarantine facility. He was later retested and it turns out he didn’t have the virus after all. Sorry about that, here’s your bill. Yeah, it sounds like a typical government-sponsored scam to me.
As for international travel, some places won’t take me or have onerous entrance requirements that would take the fun out of travel and empty my wallet. I’ve got a friend currently stuck in Cambodia, a country I enjoy and would like to see more of, and he says life is about as normal as it gets there. Of course, they want to keep it that way so they don’t make it easy for outsiders to visit. Most other potential destinations are also off the table for now at least. Especially since I can’t come back home to the PI.
It’s hard to find a silver lining in this situation, but I’ll try. For example, Kevin Kim is about a third of the way on his hiking trek from Incheon to Busan (you’ve been following along on his blog, right?). Well, last night he got attacked in his motel room. By a gang of hungry mosquitos. Luckily, he was able to kill the bastards (be sure to read how) but not until they had drawn some blood. I get an occasional bite here but I’ve been pleasantly surprised that the mosquitos are not nearly as bad as they were in my previous homes in Korea or South Carolina.
Speaking of mosquitos and Cambodia, maybe I’m lucky I can’t visit there right now. This poor fucker got bit on the leg and look at what happened:
What a nightmare that would be!
I slap on a good coat of mosquito repellant every day after showering. Dengue is pretty prevalent here and I’d like to avoid both that and COVID. But a leg like that would impair both my walkaholic and alcoholic lifestyles. Yikes!
I’ve been accused of talking in my sleep (sometimes in Korean, even though I don’t speak the language much). I’m also a big fan of The Lord of the Rings books. Thankfully, this has never happened:
Open the window and let some mosquitos in. That will shut him up!
No other real news from here. I had a nice hike with my Friday group this morning. I’ll post some of my pictures from that tomorrow. And there is this:
I’ve started doing some darts practice. Well, two days in a row now at least.
I considered playing in the Alley Cats tourney this afternoon. But that 3:00 p.m. start time is just not to my liking. I’ll give it a go tomorrow though.
“Always and never are two words you should always remember never to use.”
I’m always careful to never do that.
All is well (as far as I know) in my little piece of the world. And I’ve got pictures to prove it! Where to start? Let’s go backward in time, shall we?
Another beautiful morning here in Alta Vista.This is the flip side of the shot above–taken while standing in front of Easter mountain looking back towards Alta Vista.Blooming vines.What should I cook for Thanksgiving dinner this year?This is a neighborhood dog I call Brownie. He used to have a thick coat of brown hair. Now he’s got the mange and looks like a skeleton. I noticed this morning that he appears to be blind in one eye now as well. I don’t think he is long for this world but at least that will end his suffering.Budai came to visit again so I gave her some dry dog food. I believe she has the same owner as Brownie above. She doesn’t appear to have the mange (yet) which is a good thing since she loves to roughhouse with Buddy and Lucky. There’s not much more I can do for her either. You can’t save them all.My pot roast dinner from last night. Had it for breakfast this morning too. It came out really tender and tasty. Definitely the best beef roast I have found in the Philippines. Next time I might see about trimming off some of the fat, but then again, that might have contributed to the flavor. It wasn’t hard to eat around the fatty parts and the dogs loved the leftovers.My beer drinking routine was stymied because the outside patio seats at Mango’s were all occupied. So much for reserving my stool! Ah well, I never expected them to turn away a customer in my absence anyway. Besides, it gave me an excuse to go next door to Palm Tree. It has the same view and it’s enhanced by the second-floor vantage point.One of my neighbors was having a beer there too so we had a nice chat. He’s from the UK but wanted to talk about American politics. At least he’s a Trump supporter. A bit later, Nikole (my masseuse) came in with some friends. It was a little strange because I had been ignoring her messages asking me to help because her house was being torn down and she needed a place to live. I asked her what happened and she said she’s staying with a cousin. Glad it worked out for her. There’s a fine line between being generous with someone truly in need and being a sucker. It’s like I used to tell the gals I met on the internet who would besiege me with tales of some emergency or another: “Oh my! What would you do if you didn’t know me? Do that!” Then I’d block them. I consider Nikole an employee and if she doesn’t knock off the money requests she will soon be an ex-employee.So, I guess that takes us back to yesterday’s beach walk. We did a 9K round trip to the lighthouse just outside the old Navy base and back.Five of us all told, Jim, Troy, Dan, Scott, and yours truly.You might say the tables were turned as we agreed on the beach route so as to avoid a mountain. It was a nice change of pace.Which is not say there weren’t any challenges along the way. Climbing over these big ass boulders was harder than it looks. At low tide, you can pretty much walk around them. Not so yesterday.But we all made it across safely and even kept our feet dry.Oh yeah, there was a seawall to climb too.High tide can be destructive.Talk about living on the edge! No way I’m using that toilet, it would scare the shit out of me!I hope that cargo is to resupply the Royal supermarket. Please!We passed through a little village named Bantalayan that I sometimes fantasize about moving to. I can see the lights at night from my perch at Mango’s. It even has a bar, although I’m not sure it is still open. Hmm, maybe an opportunity for me to do something productive with my life. Nah, probably not.Lady Madonna.Some more of the Bantalayan locals. Hey, where did you get those cookies? Oh, never mind. Even saw a place for rent! I’d probably be the only white guy in town, That may not be a good thing though.Troy leading the way…Scott and Jim bringing up the rear.Our destination is in sight!The faux lighthouse on the old Navy base. Some fishermen in the foreground.A quick walk out to the end of the jetty before heading back.The natives are resting.Beachside living at its not so finest. Hey, wait up guys. I’ve been taking pictures!One of the “rooms” at the Samba beach resort. Actually, I could spend a night in one of these. With the right girl of course!Scott and I decided not to climb the rock formations again, so took the highway back into Barretto. That’s always a thrill!This turned out to be a long post, didn’t it?
Anyway, we decided to do our after hike beers at Dive In, a bar I very rarely frequent. And wouldn’t you know it, Jessa showed up to work. Haven’t seen or heard from her since our “breakup” a few months back. She wasn’t rude but wasn’t friendly either. Go figure. We finished our hike with lunch at Sit-n-Bull. It was a good day.
We are surrounded by blessings. Take some time to count them once in a while.
Tuesday is shopping day so I give myself a break from the long walks. As usual, I was disappointed that Royal still is out of quite a few items I want, especially in the frozen food section. I suspect that a combination of COVID-related shipping issues and general incompetence is to blame. Such is life.
Here’s something I wasn’t expecting to see in the dental hygiene section. Well, being out of the shit I need seems to be the new normal.
I did receive another meat delivery yesterday from the woman who sold me those tasty ribeyes last time. This go-round I requested a beef roast and some short ribs.
I didn’t quite think the roast was going to look like this or be so large…This morning I cut it in half…Threw one part into the crockpot with some veggies and seasonings. Will report on how it turns out tomorrow.
What else? Well, it was sad to hear Eddie Van Halen passed away. I wasn’t a big fan (never bought one of his albums) but didn’t mind hearing his rock and roll on the radio. He was 65 years old, the same as me. And when people die at such a tender age it sure does make mortality loom larger in your thoughts. All the more reason to live large and happy while you can.
Rest in Peace young man.
Life goes on for the rest of us. Beers at Cheap Charlies last night. Across the street from where I was seated, I could see my friend “mama” settling in for the night.
Her life is undeniably hard and yet she is one of the most cheerful people you could ever hope to meet. I wonder what Confucious would have to say about that?Oh, well never mind then.
That’s it for today. I’ll post about my beach walk tomorrow. And my pot roast!
Yesterday’s Hash turned out to be a relatively pleasant hike, especially when you consider what usually lies in store for you when Guenter (Vienna Sausage) is the Hare. But this time one of the assigned Hares was tasked with doing an “easy” trail for those of us who prefer not to risk life and limb. Bum Burgler did a long (around 7K) but mostly flat trail on which the biggest hazard was muddy feet from walking across two rice paddies. I’ll take it.
Pubic Head and I actually walked to the starting point rather than riding in the Hashmobile. So that added a couple more Ks to the mix. We ran into Leech My Nuggets who was also walking to the start along the way. When we reached the beginning of the trail, Leech took off to get a head start on the difficult course. The two trails reconnected near the end of the hike and Leech passed me on his way to the On-Home. I asked him how he liked the hard trail and he shook his head and said he wouldn’t be surprised if someone wound up injured. Damn, coming from Leech who I reckon does the second hardest trails in our kennel that’s really saying something. Of course, I learned my lesson long ago and won’t even consider doing a Guenter trail again. I hope none of my fellow Hashers wind up learning that the hard way.
As it turned out, out of 20+ hashers, only four took the hard trail. I guess you might say people voted with their feet yesterday. Good for them. The three other than Leech didn’t get back to the On-Home until almost an hour after everyone else. But they all made it safely, so that’s the good news.
Let’s go to the photos, which are of course featuring the easy trail:
The path I took leaving Alta Vista on my way to the starting point.Some kids I encountered loving that muddy river waterWe had about a 15 minute wait for the Hashmobile to arrive.Everybody out!On-On!Here I am marching along……and enjoying the view in front of me.So far, so good.An easily forded creek.About 2K into the hike, we came to this junction. Only four brave souls chose to turn left. Godspeed and good luck!All I really missed out on was a hellacious mountain climb (the yellow loop at the top).Hey, Kevin Kim, here’s a Filipino-style shwimteo for you!We had some forest……and a lot of rice!Pretty easy going though for the most part……even the cows left us alone.Well, there was one spot where we momentarily lost the trail. But we found our way again.The Gods of Easter mountain were keeping their eyes on us…More rice… …and with rice comes mud.One last paddy to cross.
Then it was on up one small hill and into Alta Vista then on to Queen Victoria for the Hash festivities.
Where we initiated two new virgins…And awarded Pubic Head the Hashshit…
At the conclusion of the Hash, I staggered meandered across the street to Mango’s and put something in my belly besides beer:
I guess you could say these are my salad days. Roast chicken salad with ranch dressing to be precise.I was checking out this gal on the beach. And then my waiter matter-of-factly stated: “her penis is bigger than mine.”And so ended another day in paradise. Such as it is.
Thanks for coming along!
UPDATE: Damn it! I really try not to use the same title for a post more than once. I usually check before starting a new post but got lazy today. Now I see that I used “between a rock and hard place” back in August 2015. Ah well, if I didn’t remember probably no one else does either.
It’s Hash Monday once again, so that means an early post here before I hit the road. They are trucking the Hashers out to the start point today but I’m going to hike it. Should take about 45 minutes or so. Guenter (Vienna Sausage) is the Hare today so I won’t be doing his trail. In something of a first, Dan (Bum Burgler) will be Haring an easier (flatter) trail for us old lazy bastards. I hope this will become a new norm at the Hash. We’ll see.
Changed things up a bit last night by drinking my beers at Cheap Charlies. I also had the pleasure of being joined by Heidi, who runs the place, for a nice chat. I’ve been jonesing for her these past two years but the attraction seems to be a one-way street. Well, she did accept my Facebook friend request so I’ll call that progress.
I decided to visit Sit-n-Bull for my dinner meal. Consistently the best food around overall and less expensive than the hotel restaurants (like Mango’s) too. On the daily specials menu, the BBQ rib dinner caught my attention right away. A full rack with two sides for 600 pesos ($12). I know that is cheap in comparison to back home but it is pretty pricey for these parts. I ordered it anyway and quite enjoyed the meal.
I got the best coleslaw in town and baked beans as my sides. The ribs were oh so very tender. I wish I could get mine to come out that way. Although the ribs I buy are much larger and thicker.
And now it is Monday morning. Here’s how my day started:
The view from my bedroom balcony at 0530.
And that got me thinking of the beauty I see every day around my house but tend to take for granted. Here are some photos from my yard:
Potted plants.Flowering vines that I think are edible.Another flowering plant that I believe the locals eat.Now, these were grown from seeds and have a long hanging fruit-like thing that is regularly harvested for a Filipino-style meal.This is a pepper bush. All the ripe red ones have already been plucked.This tree-like thing is growing out in the back. They get very tall and big.
Anyway, I posted those photos on Facebook, and ex-wife #3 commented “OMG! You are into gardening?” I responded of course not, my domestic helper is doing all the work. She answered, “okay, because I was worried about the temperature in hell!” Heh.
Actually, back in the days when I was living a domesticated suburban life, I kept the yard up. Mowing and edging and the like. I just wasn’t in to planting things much. But no, I don’t miss my lawnmower one bit.
Finally, here’s wishing the President and First Lady a speedy recovery. I’m afraid that what ails many folks back home is not so easily cured.
I honestly pretty much despise O’Reilly but he’s right about this.
I was going to call this post “practice makes perfect” but I used that title last year. I know I recently said I was going to rededicate myself to darts practice and try to reclaim some of the skills I once had achieved back in my glory days. Such as they were. Alas, thus far I haven’t found the motivation to carve out an hour each day for this worthwhile activity. I mean, what am I suppose to do, give up my naptime? No way!
Since I like spending time in bars you’d think I could just spend some time in one of the venues with dartboards. I’ve considered that and still might try that option. One issue I have is that the Alley Cats tourneys are starting at 3:00 p.m. on Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday. That’s just a bit too early in the afternoon for me, especially on the days I do the group walks. I played yesterday though for the first time in two weeks.
If it is true that practice makes perfect then maybe it should also be said that sometimes “good enough” will suffice. It did in yesterday’s tournament at least as my partner and I achieved a first-place finish. I was pleased that despite my lack of practice I threw quite well overall and hit most of the out shots during the matches. We got knocked into the losers bracket in the first round but fought our way back to reach the finals where we defeated the team we first lost against twice to take home the money. That’s always especially satisfying.
The champs! I like that better than being the chump. And in a weird kind of way, playing well might prove to be a better motivator to practice than throwing badly. We’ll see.
After the tourney, I crossed the highway to take my reserved seat at Mango’s. Ordered up some chicken fingers to satisfy my hunger pangs. Then I had some eye candy for dessert:
I think I’m in love.
I started today off with a hearty breakfast:
Steak and eggs.
Speaking of striving for perfection, or at least showing improvement, I tried to incorporate the searing technique commenter Kevin Kim mentioned the last time I posted steak photos. So, I fired up the grill and let it run full blast for a few minutes before plopping on the steaks, then turning them over a minute of so later.
I may actually try and get the grill even hotter before starting next time, but this result was better than the last. Nice and pink inside. I hope the next batch I order is a little thicker.
Nothing to do after a breakfast like that than to take a nice long walk. I did My Bitch from end-to-end today. Someone has blocked up the entrance from Alta Vista by cutting down trees to make the trail inaccessable which really pisses me off. I was able to work my way around the obstructions with some difficulty but a fence is also under construction. Going to have to explore a new access point.
Otherwise it was a pretty nice hike.Sunny skies and nice views.I was just on this hike two or three weeks ago, but now the thatch grass made for tough going in places. I’m on the trail here, not that you can see it.Finished up on Rizal Extension then made the long walk back home on the highway.
So, it is not a perfect life I am living, but I reckon it’s good enough.
I think it is fair to say I’m doing well. *ahem*
And mamas, don’t let you kids grow up to be reporters:
I hope you enjoyed this post. It’s not like they grow on trees you know.
This post is much more substantial than what you normally find here.
I got the results back from the lab after my medical checkup. Woo Hoo, no COVID! I’m home free now!
It’s all about priorities.
It occurs to me I haven’t posted a picture of the dogs for quite some time.
I’m not sure what they are talking about, but Lucky seems to be finding it of interest.
Speaking of dogs, this one hangs out on the beach in front of Mango’s:
I eat there a couple of times a week. Gave this guy scraps once and now he sits there staring at me every night while I’m drinking my beer.
And there is a dog here in my neighborhood that has apparently adopted me. She can tell time pretty well because every morning when I do my dog walk she’s waiting outside the door for me. Accompanies me for the entire thirty-minute walk and I give her a dog treat when we finish.
Her name is Budai and she belongs to one of the subdivision maintenance workers. Heh, I just noticed that Buddy photobombed me…
Nothing special about my evening yesterday, unless this counts as special:
Always something a little different.
Okay, let’s do the Friday hike, shall we? We had a good turnout with seven brave souls ready to get out into the wild and enjoy the beauty that surrounds the abundant poverty. As usual, I’ll let the photos do most of my talking:
The start of a long and moderately difficult climb.Part way up this woman who had been washing clothes by hand called out “I remember you!” I was thinking, damn, I must really be handsome. Then she mentioned candy. Oh, that. I told her I didn’t have candy today but gave her a bag of cookies. She seemed pleased.I was hard up and desperate to get to the top.And eventually, we did get there.Six of the intrepid hikers. L-R: Jim, Troy, Dan, Scott, Steve, and Simon.Oh, and here’s that seventh guy I mentioned.A path in the woods…A guy-wire crossed the trail. I’m not sure if you can see it, but someone who didn’t duck (not in our group) left an impressive amount of hair behind…This bridge seemed to be saying ” how’s the diet going, John?”Well, at least they have a roof over their head…Onward!Keep on keepin’ on!Rest stop.Encountered a group of wild Pinoy teenagers. No idea what they were up to out here. Ask me again in 9 months or so…They have everything they need. Except cookies!Okay, time to head back down. Steep and slippery was the order of the day…They saw me coming. Thank goodness I had some goodies left.Bottomed out on flat land.As is our custom, lunch and beers at Cheap Charlies after the hike. No, the gals weren’t on the menu.As usual, Scott is to be credited with taking most of these photos. But not this one.Overall, it was a good trail.
And there you have it, another day in the life. Thanks for stopping by.
One of the changes brought about by my COVID-era lifestyle is that I’m sleeping better. Hell, I’m a regular 9 to 5 guy these days. My sleep score, as measured by Fitbit, is in the mid-80s as opposed to the 60s pre-COVID. One aspect of that higher score is an increase in the amount of REM sleep I’m getting. I had an hour and a half of that last night and with it came some intense dreams.
Don’t worry I’m not going recount the dream here and talk about possible hidden meanings. Much. Suffice to say it was work-related and I was a human resources hero doing some really important shit. Even got to fuck with China! I’d wake up to pee, go back to sleep, and the dream continued from where we’d left off. It was a long night’s work!
And I guess that’s the thing I was left with upon waking this morning. I miss the meaning and purpose that my working life provided. That’s probably pretty common, but damn, it’s been two and a half years since I last worked for pay. This makes me wonder if the life I’m currently living is so devoid of fulfillment that my poor subconscious has to pretend I’m working again. On the other hand, maybe the whole purpose of retired life is to step away from the stress and pressure that comes with working and to live a simple life doing the things you enjoy.
Well, I honestly do enjoy my hikes. Especially the ones with my various walking groups on M-W-F. Y’all have seen the pictures, what’s not to like? My social life of late is mostly me and a bottle of beer but I’m invariably joined by the setting sun.
Last night’s company.
And yes, I do hang out with people some too. I don’t feel particularly close to anyone in my life, but then, that’s not really different than it’s ever been. My life is what it is and I’m glad to have it. Work and love are both four-letter words and they are both a part of my past. Hey, past has four letters too!
Pretty much.
A good long walk today and I’ll post about that tomorrow. I did spend some time under this tree waiting for the other guys at our meet-up spot:
As lovely as a poem.
Anyway, time waits for no man. And Tom Waits hates bad writing.
Sorry for any pain I’ve inadvertently caused you, Tom.
That’s it for now. I hear Trump has the COVID virus and I wish him well. I honestly believe if Biden were somehow to ascend to the throne it would be the end of America as we know it. And not in a good way.
Every time when I look in the mirror All these lines on my face getting clearer The past is gone It went by, like dusk to dawn Isn’t that the way Everybody’s got the dues in life to pay
I know nobody knows Where it comes and where it goes I know it’s everybody sin You got to lose to know how to win
Half my life Is books, written pages Live and learn from fools and From sages You know it’s true, oh All the things come back to you
Sing with me, sing for the year Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear Sing with me, if it’s just for today Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
Dream on Dream on Dream on Dream until your dreams come true
Nothing more exciting for me today than a haircut. But yesterday I went to Morocco. Club Morocco that is.
Only four of us for the Wednesday walking group so we drove the 12K out to Subic town’s barangay Cawag and commenced a 9K hike near the Keppel shipyard. Here, let me show you: (by the way, most of these photos are from Scott’s steady camera hand)
Walk this way!As we exited the vehicle, this guy was snoozing on the bench at a Jeepney stop. 2 hours later when we returned he was still asleep. What else is there to do I guess…And we are off!We very rarely come out this way to hike. I’ve seen the shipyard from a distance before, but never so close I could hear them at work.Dan, Steve, and Scott are taking in the view. I’m taking the picture.Forward march!The country of not quite right…I’m always a little taken aback when we come across an obscure village out in the middle of nowhere. As is almost always the case, the natives were friendly…And they liked getting cookies!And I enjoy giving them out…It looks like a hard life to me but I guess it just seems normal to the folks born and raised there.And then like magic, we were walking on pavement again…It was all eerily familiar. I had been to Club Morocco once before back in 2017 when I was looking at housing options post-retirement. Found an amazing place, but it was just too far away from convenient access to the bars and shopping. ...but there was something else about the place. Later I learned it was developed by the same company that did my subdivision. It definitely had that Alta Vista vibe going.Let’s hit the beach. Damn, look at that beer belly!Okay, that’s a better angle.The tide had washed all kinds of trash up on the beach. Really hate seeing this. Littering is something about this culture I just don’t get.We came upon a small fishing village further up the beach.Although all the boats seemed to be docked.You can be both poor and happy. That is one of the things I admire about this culture.Making do with what you’ve got.Grandmas like cookies too.High water…Jesus would love this trail!Us mere mortals got wet feet.Views like this made it worthwhile.Heading back home…Sorry for the long post.
It was a good day to discover new places. And that’s about as good as it gets around here.
