Well, actually I haven’t felt groovy since around 1969. But that old song came up in my playlist while hiking yesterday so I thought I’d put the title to use. These days everything might not be right on, but my life is pretty far out and all things considered that’s outta sight! Damn, I can still speak 1970s.

So, I didn’t do the Wednesday Sausage Walkers yesterday, although I had planned to. In fact I was the first one to arrive at Angel’s Bakery for the meetup. When the Germans announced we’d be taking the Hashmobile out to some place I’d never heard of and walking back, I bailed. The thing is I’m just not thrilled that this Aryan contingent tends to like to take things to the extreme. They prefer the longest and hardest trail they can find. That’s good for them, but I’m 63 fucking years old with respiratory issues and it’s hot as hell these days. I’ll go with the group here in Barretto and find my own way back when I’ve had enough. Being driven out of town and dropped off in parts unknown precludes that option. So no thank you!

I’m used to walking on my own and so that’s what I did. I decided to forego my standard hikes and look for something a little different. I had a particular area in mind I wanted to explore but one turn led to another and I never found my way there. Ah well, another day I’ll try again. Most of what I did was new so in that regard, mission accomplished.

Via Facebook comes the news that my friend Mi Young Han has been named the Camp Humphreys Volunteer of the Year. I wrote about her and the work she was doing almost single-handedly for the Asan Angels animal shelter here.

I developed a bit of a crush on her I admit, but alas, it was never mutual. If only I’d been a stray dog!

Speaking of dogs, I can thank Mi Young for inspiring me to do the rescue thing. I’m not sure who’s benefited more, me or the dogs, but I’m glad to have them.

Yesterday’s hike took me near “Easter” mountain. That’s not the real name, but it’s the traditional place where believers climb up on Easter morning to see the sunrise. And the Hash will do the climb on Monday.

In the meantime, Keep on Truckin’!

Most of the cats that you meet on the streets speak of true love,
Most of the time they’re sittin’ and cryin’ at home.
One of these days they know they better get goin’
Out of the door and down on the streets all alone.

Truckin’, like the do-dah man. Once told me “You’ve got to play your hand”
Sometimes your cards ain’t worth a dime, if you don’t lay’em down,

Sometimes the light’s all shinin’ on me,
Other times I can barely see.
Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip it’s been.