I almost skipped yesterday’s Hash. The fact that the trail started way out near the top of Rizal Extension was one pain in the ass factor. The On-Home was at the private residence of Malibog Mountain Momma, which is also off the beaten path at the end of Rizal Extension and meant my drunken stumble home after the Hash would be more perilous than usual (trikes that far out are few and far between). But Pubic Head suggested we do a “sane” trail that started in Alta Vista and avoided the main ups and downs of the Hare’s intended path. So, that’s what we did.
What Leech My Nuggets had planned for us…The yellow is the path my group took insteadJust a handful of us did the alternative trailOff we go! The skies were threatening, and the thunder was rolling, but the expected raindrops never fell.That mountain we climb at EasterOnly one moderate climb on our chosen pathBut that didn’t stop us from taking a breather halfway up.Damn, what was it I ate last night that left me feeling so gassy today?Sorry about that, ladies. That’s why they call me an old fart.A view from on high. Yep, it is burning season again.Looking back toward the waterAnd a valley viewAnd we did connect with the intended trail near the end of our hikeThe steps of a resting developmentIt was nice seeing my mountain friend, MJ, again.Onward we go!My favorite view from the hikeDown we go!Our On-Home venue. The old timers tell me that when the guy who built this place out in the wilderness was still alive, the Hash On-Home here was a regular event. It was nice of the widow to have us out again for old times’ sake.It’s on a sizeable tiered lot, well maintained and landscaped.Hanging outSitting aroundCircle up!I got the Hashit, the Subic Hashit Forbeing stupid on trail today I have to hold it until I pass it Won’t someone take my Hashit away?Drink it down, down, down, down…
At the conclusion of the Hash circle, I began the long trek down Rizal Extension into town. Luck was with me, though, and an empty trike appeared before I had logged a kilometer.
I briefly attended the after-Hash gathering at It Doesn’t Matter.
And so ended another Hash Monday.
What’s in store for tonight?
More of the same old, same old, no doubt
4 thoughts on “A path less traveled”
Glad you didn’t get rained on.
It was nice seeing my mountain friend, MJ, again.
She’s got a puppy in one hand and ramen in another. I hope she enjoys lunch.
For being stupid on trail today
What was the stupid action? Did you really fart while on the trail?
More of the same old, same old, no doubt
If it’s the circle of hell that you enjoy, that’s all that matters.
Actually, those were cookies, not ramen, but the thought occurred to me too. They have a dog adobo here that is similar to bositang.
The Hash song overplays it; there is rarely something stupid that earns you the Hashit. This week, 40 Kilo Ass had to give it away, and he picked me because I was standing in close proximity and he knew my Hash name. I’ll have to find someone to pass it on to next week, but I doubt I’ll have any better reason.
I should’ve looked more closely. I think my own hunger for the puppy blinded me to the cookies.
I notice that you cleverly avoided answering the fart question. Fine. Keep your secrets.
I didn’t fart, but couldn’t resist explaining the expressions on the faces of the gals behind me. I actually changed the captions to the fart joke after seeing the two photos back-to-back…
Glad you didn’t get rained on.
It was nice seeing my mountain friend, MJ, again.
She’s got a puppy in one hand and ramen in another. I hope she enjoys lunch.
For being stupid on trail today
What was the stupid action? Did you really fart while on the trail?
More of the same old, same old, no doubt
If it’s the circle of hell that you enjoy, that’s all that matters.
Actually, those were cookies, not ramen, but the thought occurred to me too. They have a dog adobo here that is similar to bositang.
The Hash song overplays it; there is rarely something stupid that earns you the Hashit. This week, 40 Kilo Ass had to give it away, and he picked me because I was standing in close proximity and he knew my Hash name. I’ll have to find someone to pass it on to next week, but I doubt I’ll have any better reason.
I should’ve looked more closely. I think my own hunger for the puppy blinded me to the cookies.
I notice that you cleverly avoided answering the fart question. Fine. Keep your secrets.
I didn’t fart, but couldn’t resist explaining the expressions on the faces of the gals behind me. I actually changed the captions to the fart joke after seeing the two photos back-to-back…