A grave experience at the Hash

Sorry for the delay in providing your weekly fix of Hash photos and commentary. Dealing with some shit that has me somewhat distracted, but I’ll figure it out. Anyway, on with the Hash report!

It was a funny thing when I discovered where Monday’s trail had led us. I had just reported in my “Living Dangerously” post about my walk to the old Navy base along National Highway. Well, I was surprised to be back to where I had just been, except this time the getting there was up and over the mountain. And then we meandered through a big ass cemetery built into a hillside. The return trip was a mostly pleasant walk along the beach. So it’s good to know an alternative route the next time I want to take a long hike, although truthfully I wouldn’t attempt the mountain path alone. As usual, let’s let the pictures do the talking:

The route we walked, just under 7ks…

We had 38 Hashers so we filled the Hashmobile AND a Jeepney. Perhaps the most dangerous part of the Hash was getting across the National Highway without being run over.

Assembling at the trail head…

And we are “On-On”!

We almost immediately began a steep and sweaty ascent of the mountain…

But once we reached the top it was easy walking…

And the bay views were pleasant….

It’s always interesting to me to get a new perspective of the bay. To me, that’s the best feature of the Hash, going to places I would never otherwise find on my own.

Heading back down through the tall grasses. You need to be on the outlook for wild things that may be lurking about…

What madness is this? I was surprised to see we were actually going to hike through the cemetery…

I was a little worried we might be considered disrespectful. I mean we were actually marching on top of the graves…

I fell behind as usual as I paused for pictures. And then I fell (well stepped) off one of those concrete graves into a drop off I couldn’t see because of the weeds. Just a deep scratch was my only injury thankfully….

Blood on the trail…

Some nice views but I doubt the dead appreciate them much. Speaking of the dead, it was a little disconcerting to note that many of the “residents” were younger than me when they left this world. Mortality sucks!

The old Navy base as viewed from the cemetery…

After exiting the graveyard and crossing the National Highway we found ourselves on the beach. This was my first Hash where we actually walked the beach. And the beach portion was about half the Hash.