Climb it while you can

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One day at a time.

I heard from a relative in Memphis, Tennessee, this morning. She shared the photo below and a bit of McCrarey family history:

A photo of my grandfather’s recently cleaned gravestone.

He died at age 48, thirteen years before I was born. As I recall, it was a heart attack that took him.

William was a riverboat captain on the Mississippi, based in Memphis.

That was an unexpected journey down memory lane.

So, this is supposed to be a Hash post. Let’s get to it! Leech My Nuggets is one of my favorite Hares. He always lays a well-marked trail and graciously provides a shorter alternative for the “gimps,” as he calls us. I take no offense and appreciate the gesture. Both trails yesterday included a climb at the start (the long trail had another one in the middle). It’s been quite a while since I haven’t found some excuse to avoid doing the hills, but I went for it yesterday. I’d been up that way a couple of years ago, and I was really surprised that it was harder than I remembered. And then I realized that EVERYTHING is harder for me these days (well, except that thing in my pants). But I suffered my way through it and successfully completed the trail. I’ve got to keep pushing myself while I can because I know the day will come when I am unable to do this kind of hike, and I know I’m going to miss it.

To the photos then:

We gathered a couple of kilometers out of town and began our trek on Coral Street.
And we are On-On!
And then this happened.
It felt like a stairway to heaven, but the steps ended before my life did.
And then the trail meandered about for a bit on mostly flat ground.
And then we went down.
And then we went up again.
Anal Receptive was the first of the long-trail group to pass us.
The requisite rickety bridge crossing.
A woodsy walk.
Watch your step!
The ol’ watering hole.
A view from on high.
The final downward push.
Yeah, people live up here somehow.
Arriving at Rolly’s place. It’s been a while since our last visit, but the kids were happy for the cookies and lollipops we dispensed.
Cums Alone testing out Rolly’s swing.
The view from Rolly’s place.
Back on the pavement.
Arriving On-Home.
This week’s venue.
A gathering of Gash.
Rehydrating.
The Hash Gash group shot.
Her reward for being the last to pay her Hash fees.
I spent time on the ice for liking the trail.
It’s nice on ice!
Our newest named Hasher: Princess Wannabe. She’s the daughter of Anal Intruder. Anal Intruder is the girlfriend of Anal Receptive. I was going to suggest the name Anal Discharge, but thought better of it when I learned she is only 12 years old.
The Hash trails. Yellow was a 7k motherfucker, and the short trail (purple) was a tough bitch at 4K.
As is our custom, we concluded the evening with an after-Hash gathering at It Doesn’t Matter.

Keep the good times coming!

From the January 2019 LTG archives is another reminder of an event I would otherwise have forgotten forever. See, this blog does have some value. At least for me! It’s a pretty impressive tale of the lengths that I would go to in pursuit of true love. Failure doesn’t mean the effort wasn’t worth it. Damn, I had some balls back then.

Today’s YouTube video is a nice response to all the naysayers about life in the Philippines. Nope, life here is far from perfect, and for many, it is a struggle. But that’s true anywhere you go. The difference is the character of the Filipino people and their ability to overcome. As a first-time visitor here, that is what impressed me the most.

And now for the funny business:

And maybe some pussy for dessert?
Yeah, that’s a blast.
A meeting of the minds. Will he live to see tomorrow?

And that’s all for now. Tuesday is darts day, but honestly, I’ve lost all desire to play. We’ll see if that changes in the next couple of hours. I do have four beers on my Alley Hideout beer card, so there’s some incentive, I suppose.

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