No paddle, but I did have my walking stick. For all the good it did me.
This is kind of a continuation of my previous post documenting yesterday’s Hash. Not mentioned in that post was that because of dusk setting in me and the guy (a newbie) I was on trail with had to shortcut the final section of the walk. I hate doing that so I resolved that I would go back out this morning I finish the part I missed.
Big mistake. Worse trail ever! It literally went up a creek bed, including some steep inclines that must be magnificent waterfalls in rainy season. Some of those climbs took every thing I had physically and I was in constant fear that I’d slip and injure myself. And of course, I was alone on trail. I survived and the worst that happened was getting my shoes wet, in some places the water was nearly up to my knees.
Anyway, I would never voluntarily hike this particular trail again, with or without the Hash. The Hare must be some kind of masochist. It was that fucked up. The few pictures I took (I was focused on survival) don’t do the so-called trail justice, but here they are:
Anyway, I got through it but never again!
Time for me to eat that pot roast I’ve been crockpot cooking all day!
Good-looking pot roast. Bad-looking trail. Is that cornbread? Got a recipe you’d care to share? (I mean, I have a recipe of my own, but I’m always open to new ideas and approaches…)
Yes, it is cornbread. No recipe, it’s a mix. You should know I’m only a pretend chef… 🙂
Is there someone you can call if you get into a bad place on one of those hikes?
2nd, that’s always one of my concerns. I do carry my phone so I could contact someone, but telling them how to find me would definitely be an issue. I imagine I might say call one of the Hashers, they know this trail….