Fiasco

Out into the heat and humidity on a quest to find a suitable wet weather trail for my upcoming stint as Hare. I figured a portion of My Bitch could work. No real steep hills so should be manageable. A small creek had some running water, but it was easy to hop across. There was some storm damage creating obstacles though:

I reckon I could have crawled over and through the branches but instead I went off trail and stepped over the trunk.
The view was still good though.

The problem came a bit later when I began my descent. The path I planned on taking is apparently seldom used. After the rains it was overgrown in that tall ass grass. And I lost the trail. Tried to blaze my own way down but kept getting stymied by impassible obstacles. Finally, I gave up and tried heading back to the top and got turned around somehow and a little bit lost. I eventually got back to the junction and then once again tried to find the trail down. But it was so overgrown as to be invisible. I gave up and did the long walk down Rizal Extension and eventually back home.

That heart shaped pimple near the head of the penis is where my fruitless search for the trail down to Marian Hills occurred. I think I’ll try going up from there tomorrow and see if I can find my way to the top.

I still got three weeks to figure something out.

In other news, today is the anniversary of Buddy’s rescue.

Here his rescuer is showing Buddy the way out of the trash filled swamp waters. He would have surely died in there otherwise.
He was cold, wet, and scared when we finally got him out of the water. He’s snuck off a couple of times since then, but never goes too far. He knows where home is now.

He has his “accidents” now and then (like this morning), but he’s a good boy and loves to give me hugs when I come home. Hard to not love him back.

And then there was my drunken snack when I finished my bar crawl last night.

Yep, I baked an apple pie. Well, technically Sara Lee made the pie. But I put it in the oven, so…

And I had it a la mode. That’s French, right?

Time for the afternoon walk now. Stay tuned!

3 thoughts on “Fiasco

  1. As an avid animal lover i can appreciate the effort you(and the guy in the garbage-filled swamp)put in to Buddy’s rescue. Nice job Mr. Mccrarey and Swamp Man. Peace Out!

  2. Any thoughts on buying a machete to hack out a path?

    And a happy anniversary to Buddy! At the risk of getting confused about which pet is which, I’d say that Buddy is truly lucky.

  3. Thanks, guys. Yes, Buddy was lucky and so is Lucky to have a nice Buddy to hang with.

    I’m not sure it’s legal for a foreigner to carry a machete (we are not allowed to posses weapons). I do encounter Filipinos on the trail occasionally wielding machetes. Makes me just a tad nervous. But yeah, hacking down grass and branches would make life easier…

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