Burnin’ it up | Long Time Gone

***Claire Hendricks, Ms. Beach Bash 2019. A reader’s favorite….***

***I also liked Margo MIlan a lot…except for the tattoo. I really don’t like tattoos…***

Alright, now that we’ve got the cheesecake out of the way, let’s get on with my boring drivel, shall we?

***I’ve been burning it up on the trail as you can see. Actually, Filipinos always seem to be burning shit. I’m not entirely clear as to why.***

Speaking of being on trail, yesterday was Hash day. I’ve been Hashing for a little over a year now and for the first time I really felt my safety was imperiled in a very irresponsible way by the Hare. Now obviously there are always risks associated with hiking in the hills so it is your responsibility to maintain awareness and exercise caution on trail. I get that and I’m not looking for some boring walk in the park. I like a bit of challenge now and then. But yesterday the Hare laid trail going downhill through a freakin’ dry creek bed which made for some tougher than usual trekking. But then we came to a damned waterfall, about an 8 foot dropoff and no reasonably obvious or safe way down. Some of the guys before me precariously balanced on one rock and jumped/hopped across the chasm. I started to attempt the same approach and then thought better of it. One misstep or loss of balance and I’d be in a world of hurt. I finally just sat on my ass and slid down the rocks, breaking my speed with legs and arms as best I could. Well, I made it down but I was not a happy camper. To be fair that was the only fucked up part of an otherwise nice enough trail. But when it comes time for me to Hare (March 4) I will not endanger my fellow Hashers in such an unnecessary manner. Rant over.

***About 5 kms on trail that also came through my subdivision (you can see Alta Vista in the bottom right quadrant)***

***Salty Cum joined me which is always nice. She didn’t like the creek trail either and during the feedback portion of the Hash circle said “it was too dangerous for the old men”. Ouch!***

***Before the ill-fated turn off to the creek we were following a familiar part of the “my bitch” trail. Should have stayed on it. Well, I won’t be making that mistake again!***

***I didn’t take any photos of the bad trail, although I wish I had got one of the waterfall. I was in survival mode though and needed all my limbs working in harmony to keep my balance.***

***Hashers passing by make quite the spectacle for the neighborhood kids…***

One thing I wasn’t burnin’ up was this batch of baby back ribs.

***Thanks Kevin Kim for the mentoring! Crust baked on after 8 hours of slow cooking in the crockpot. Good eating!***

I’m still standing!

Don’t you know I’m still standing better than I ever did
Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid
And I’m still standing after all this time
Picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind

I’m still standing. Yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m still standing. Yeah, yeah, yeah

1 thought on “Burnin’ it up”

Kevin Kim on 12/February/2019 at 10:52 pm said:

I like how Claire Hendricks’s flowery top turns her chest into a topological problem to be solved by mathematicians. Meanwhile, Margot Millan (am I spelling that right?) leaves none of her topography to the imagination.

That first climb looked painful. And the ribs look great! You can thank Chef John, on YouTube, for mentoring me.

1 thought on “Burnin’ it up”

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