A good day on trail

Here is the report concerning my participation in the one thousand four hundred twenty-eighth running of the Subic Bay Hash.

As the title of this post suggests, it was a good trail overall. It began with a climb from hell though. I’d done that up once before so I knew what I was in for and I wasn’t disappointed. Chants of “never again” with each step up did seem to give me a helping push. I guess it’s kinda like that story “The Little Engine That Won’t”. Yeah, I’m being a little overly dramatic. It was harder and steeper than I like but I did make it to the top so there’s that.

Once the initial climb was completed it was pretty much smooth sailing. The trail was well-marked and familiar (we’d done some of it a couple of months ago on one of our group hikes). There was a second uphill portion but that was a breeze compared to the first one. It was a relatively short trail at just over 6K, although I had an additional 2K walk from my house to the starting point.

This was the first Hash with the newly established starting time of 2:30. A few of us said fuck that and started at 1:30. I’m a slow old fart and I don’t like starting later and always being among the last to finish. It took us around two and a half hours to complete the short trail, so we got back On-Home a little before 4:00 p.m. The runners and others started arriving shortly thereafter. So, the early start worked out well for us. I don’t want to be stuck up on the mountain with dusk falling and I hate when the beer supply is exhausted before I can drink my money’s worth. So I expect early departures are going to be the norm for me.

Alright, let’s let the pictures do the rest of the talking, shall we? I’ll start with the Relive video to give some context. This one is from Pubic Head’s (Scott) app because I thought his turned out better than mine. Most of the photos are his as well.

You can follow the elevation gains with the graph at the top left corner.
The route we took. The yellow line is the long trail we didn’t take. It adds another 1.5K or so and another big climb.
Here is where it all began.
And we are On-On!
What madness is this?
Come on Pubic Head! If I can do it, you can do it!
That’s my not happy with this climb face.

But then there is this. 3/4 of the way up and people are living here. That climb is just another routine part of the harsh conditions that come with the territory.
At least they have nice views. That’s the National highway way down there.
More civilization a tad further up the trail…
…and cookies to dispense.
Then we came to a fork in the trail and made the left turn…
Made it to the top and enjoyed a brief respite walking along the ridgeline…
Marching onward!
I’m A Flaming Asshole and Black And Dick Her trying to decipher a trail marking. After much discussion, it was decided to go straight.
Our group for the afternoon…
Another mountain home.
I’m not sure what’s going on here…maybe Pubic Head had gas…
Even caught a fleeting glimpse of Easter mountain out on the horizon.
Good job from the Hares! We always knew which way to go…
That’s me at the Great Wall of Barretto.
The view from The Wall.
Time to head back down. Show us the way, Gary.
Got to get under that barbed wire fence first though…
About halfway down we passed through the yard of our old friends the Rolly family.
Friendly folk who always give us a warm greeting…
Burn it down! Burn it all down!
We were all *ahem* tired by this point… (you can see the re-purposed tires I hope)
30 minutes later we arrived On-Home at Queen Victoria…
Beers were drunk…
…and bullshit was dispensed.

And a good time was had in true Hash fashion.

And so concludes another Hash post.

2 thoughts on “A good day on trail

  1. A Hash is like life: lots of ups and downs.

    Great pics, no muddy asses this time around. And it’s good to make friends with the hill folk; when the apocalypse finally occurs, you’ll be the last white people eaten!

  2. Yep, it is a roller coaster ride sometimes. Dry season has its advantages, it is also cooler with less humidity.

    “when the apocalypse finally occurs, you’ll be the last white people eaten!”

    Well, that’s only fair. Lord knows I’ve eaten my share of Filipinas…

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