…some rain must fall. I get that, but why does it have to fall in torrents when you are hiking way up in the mountains on a path that is already wet and muddy? That was our fate yesterday during the Hash run. Nothing you can do about it but slog along. Well, actually, some of us sane Hashers did take matters into our own hands and shortcut the trail. Regardless, we were still soaked to the skin and in peril of a slip, trip, and fall all the way back to our On-Home at Johansson’s. But I lived to tell about it, and that’s what I’m doing now.

Other than the rain and mud, it was a good trail. The meet-up location was about a mile out of town on the National Highway. Getting there was on each individual Hasher. Initially, I was going to walk but reconsidered because Leech My Nuggets lays a hard enough trail without me adding to it, so I took a trike. We started with a long, hard climb on a path none of us had used before. Later we merged onto a more familiar trail, and the up was done via concrete steps for a while. The steps ran out, but our climb didn’t. It was three-quarters of the way to the top when the sky let loose with the first rain squall of the afternoon. There were two more before we were back On-Home.

I managed to only fall once. It was kind of funny because shortly after the rain began, I told my fellow hikers there was nothing we could do but make the best of it. Within seconds I was sprawled flat on my back after my feet slid out from under me. Karma may be a bitch, but so is Mother Nature.

Here are a few photos that people managed to take before stowing away the phones during the deluge.

So, that’s how our Hash went this week. I actually left before the circle was over. I was soaking wet and almost shivering under the fans. Trust me; it’s very rare to feel cold in the Philippines. Home by 6:30, if you can imagine that. Felt good to be in dry clothes again.

It’s been raining all day today too. I guess there is a tropical depression passing through. I can attest that it is indeed pretty depressing. It takes the fun out of going out. Not that that will stop me.

Into each life some rain must fall
But too much is falling in mine
Into each heart some tears must fall
But some day the sun will shine
Some folks can lose the blues in their hearts
But when I think of you another shower starts
Into each life some rain must fall
But too much is falling in mine