I once more tried to find my way over the mountain to Rizal street, this time leaving from my subdivision and armed with all the good advice I received in the comments to my previous post. Alas, my confidence proved unwarranted.

Interestingly, at the point I picked up the path leaving Alta Vista I noted a Hash trail marking for tomorrow’s Hash:

I followed that trail for awhile as it was leading in the proper direction. I hoped that it might actually be going to Rizal street, but when it took a right fork my sense of direction (and landmarks) told me to take the path to the left.

I have no fucking idea what was up with that laundry. I mean, I could see where it had been washed in the creek but there was no shanty shack or anything else resembling a residence anywhere in sight. Not even a hammock.

Well anyway, the Hash markings were nine weeks old and not easy to follow, especially in the creek bed. At some point I lost that trail and then I lost the path altogether. That was decidedly uncomfortable. I was blazing a new uncharted path in terrain completely unfamiliar to me. I didn’t like that feeling at all. Eventually I conceded defeat and retreated to the creek again to try and regain the path, or any path for that matter. I did find something finally and followed it until I was down from the mountain. And into the valley that bumps up against my subdivision.

Ah, at least I knew where I was, but damn, I had once again made a big circle to get nowhere. And I give up. It just feels too unsafe to be wandering around the wilderness alone and clueless. I had hoped to find an easy path to Rizal street but I’m not sure now that it exists. I mean, there is definitely a path that leads there, but not one that I feel safe hiking by my lonesome.

Well, on the bright side you my readers will not have to endure another post like this one!

UPDATE: Yikes! This is the fifth time I’ve used the “Curses, foiled again” title.

August 2010 about watching The Wire and going to E-mart.

November 2011, a one-liner linking to a story about the Happy Meal ban in San Francisco.

February 2014 in which I posted this cartoon (my nickname used to be “the Walrus”).

And finally, March 2014 where I go on a rant about my dealings with the Social Security Administration and the Department of Homeland Security and their race to the bottom for the most incompetent government agency award. Of course, the joke was on me. Jee Yeun finally got her status completed and then threw it all away. Me included.