Dipping our Tibag in the creek

An unusual and interesting hike with the Friday group yesterday. For one thing, we had 17 hikers in attendance–that’s a record for our group. The other thing we did was rent one-way transport to Tibag, a trip that wound up taking about 45 minutes. Part of the problem was the road was in poor condition which made for slow going. We were also stopped at two different checkpoints along the way. Why they are still doing that at this stage (no new COVID cases in Zambales for weeks) is beyond me. They asked some questions of the Filipinos with us, checked some IDs, and eventually let us proceed to our destination. I’ve done some hiking in and around Tibag before and like the area, but this time we were going to walk from our drop-off point all the way to Subic town on a trail none of us had ever actually traveled. What could go wrong?

The road to Tibag ends at a newly opened landfill. The trail as we understood it started on the other side of the dump. We found a trail there and took it all the way up near the top of the mountain. And then the trail ended at a creek. Well, we ain’t much for backtracking and figured if we walked downstream we’d eventually find a trail, if not the trail. I hate hiking creekbeds, but at least this one didn’t have a bunch of large boulders to climb over. Water was flowing, but the rocks weren’t all that slippery. At first, we attempted to hop, skip, and jump over the water along the banks, but eventually, we gave up and just splashed our way downstream. After an hour or so of creek walking, we found ourselves back near where we had started. There were two paths to choose from and luckily a friendly farmer pointed us to the trail that led in the direction of Subic. Once on the proper trail, our march was almost pleasant, but it was still a long way to go and our detour had left us somewhat exhausted. But in the end, we reached our intended goal with no casualties.

Here are some photos from the adventure:

The way we rolled. That big loop on the right was our wrong turn.
Getting 15 people in the back of that white van was an uncomfortable endeavor. Luckily for me, I was riding up front in the cab.
And we are off!
A trashy start to the hike…
I suppose it is better to have all the litter gathered in one place than to be scattered around the countryside.
I’m sure there must be worse jobs than this, but not many. Ah, the life of a trash collector “recycling engineer.”
Leaving the garbage behind, we took a time-out for a group photo.
Little did we know where our chosen path was leading us.
People do live up here…
Although it must be a real pain in the ass.
Marching towards a dead end.
Heading down to the creek...
Hey, what happened to our trail?
Kate doing her creekside rock dance.
Are we having fun yet?
There are a lot more options once you are resigned to having wet feet.
Come on in, the water’s fine!
That’s my sweetie Pearl behind her friend, Kathryn.
Wet trail!
My beer belly is ridiculous. I wonder what causes it?
Almost back to where we started. Now to find the REAL trail.
Watch your step going down, Scott…
Now that’s my kinda girl, er, I mean trail.
A mountain view.
Time for a headcount. Everyone is here except the old slow fuckers.
Aren’t they lovely? The flowers I mean…
Onward!
I’ve seen worse…
Now we are getting somewhere.
Subic lies on the far side of this harvested rice paddy…
Getting there.
Almost to our destination.
On the other side of this bridge is Subic town and our transportation back to Barretto. That’s Pearl walking behind me. She has a fear of heights and held onto my hand as we crossed. Isn’t that sweet?
Arriving at the Jeepney stand at Waltermart. It was already 1:30 (we started at 0900) and I was bushed, so took a trike home as soon as we hit pavement.

Although the hike didn’t go as planned, it was good to be out and seeing some new scenery. I rather enjoyed it. My day was far from over though, I still had a dart tournament to compete in.

I went undefeated through the winner’s bracket. Billy came back up through the loser’s bracket to face me in the finals. As is my custom, I offered a tie and split of 1st and 2nd place money. Billy accepted my offer and we both went home winners.

After darts, I went to visit Pearl at her food stand. Had some sweet and sour chicken for dinner there. Pearl sat with me and we had a nice long chat. Interesting gal and nothing like I’m used to. I told her that I’d be taking things slowly with her, but I’m definitely ready to try one more time. It should be interesting.

I would have given you all of my heart
But there's someone who's torn it apart
And she's taken just all that I had
But if you want, I'll try to love again

Baby, I'll try to love again but I know

The first cut is the deepest
Baby, I know, the first cut is the deepest
When it come to being lucky, she's cursed
When it come to loving me, she's worst

4 thoughts on “Dipping our Tibag in the creek

  1. Quite a walking adventure! And congrats, once again, on your darts victory. I guess it’s nice to be able to walk away from a game without feeling the need to determine who the true winner is. I rarely get competitive, but in the rare cases where I do, I normally want to see the game through to the bitter end. Hats off to you for not being that way.

  2. Could be laziness too. By the time the finals match is set, I’ve had just about enough. Billy is good, but she would have to win TWO best of three matches to be champion. That’s a lot of darts after a long day. Prize money for first is 500 pesos and second is 200 pesos. 350 each instead seems like a good deal. The money doesn’t matter to me anyway, but it’s a day’s wages for some of the gals. So, as I say, it’s a win-win to declare a tie…

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