First and last

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I ain’t afraid of no claws.

As is my custom, yesterday I joined the Wednesday Walkers for a healthy adventure in the hills. Well, maybe it was more lucky than healthy, because none of us got hurt. I had the bright idea of doing the portion of Monday’s Hash trail I had elected to skip. So, we did a street walk to where the mystery trail I didn’t take began its ascent. It’s surprising this far into my Barretto hiking life to find a trail I haven’t traveled before, but that’s what happened yesterday. We hadn’t gone far before I realized two things: I made the right call on Monday by skipping this portion of the Hash trail, and I will never voluntarily take this route again. It was an ass-kicking bitch, at least for me. So, as much as I enjoy trying a new path, once was more than enough for this one.

Fellow sufferers: Swan, George, and Gary.
The easy part.
No paddle required.
The path that led to hell.
It’s hard to capture the steepness of the climb in a photograph, but when it takes hands and feet to claw your way up, it sucks big time.
Another thing on our shitty trail to overcome was barbed-wire fences.
This one required an underwire breach. Picture my fat body trying to squirm under that fucker. It wasn’t pretty, but I made it without a scratch this time.
We’ll end the hike on a high note.
The route of our 6K trail from hell.

I’m not going to say it was the worst Hash trail ever, but it was in the top ten.

Things got better as the day went on. Since we had skipped our Tuesday visit to Baloy Beach, we went yesterday. Started out at Champs Sports Bar at the Baywatch Resort.

A Champs view.
Swan enjoying the Champs view.
What’s going on? When we weren’t watching the beach, the music videos were entertaining. Good music at a reasonable volume is one thing Champs gets right.
Sun, clouds, and mountains. What’s not to like?
We always enjoy the show at sundown.

Then it was time to mosey on up the beach.

Toes in the sand time.
Dusk descends.
Dinner time at Treasure Island.
Who’s the lucky one?

After our meal, we had the trike drop us off at the 7-Eleven, and we visited Snackbar for our nightcap.

Nice to see you again.

And so another day in the life came to an end.

From the December 2014 LTG archives comes the story of the consequences of an altercation my friend Jeremy engaged in that resulted in the death of a Korean man. Jeremy spent 5 years in a Korean prison for his crime. He’s back home in the USA these days, and we still engage occasionally on Facebook. He is suffering from a severe case of TDS, and sometimes my posts trigger a typical lefty reaction.

Facebook memories were full of women from the past today:

From six years ago, Ilene with her then boyfriend. I dated her briefly a couple of years later. And I just saw on Facebook the other day a post about her getting married. Congrats and good luck to you both!
Six years ago, I was dating Marissa. She must have been feeling horny that day.
Fourteen years ago, I was in South Carolina with the Korean woman who would become my wife.
Eighteen years ago, in Itaewon, with that girl who moved to New York to make her dreams come true.

What a long, strange trip it’s been.

Today’s YouTube video says if you are still doing these things at 70, you are doing it right. I guess that’s half-right in my case. It has that crappy AI narration, so enter at your own risk.

At least I haven’t lost my sense of humor (if you can call it that):

I wouldn’t mind being a judge.
Give credit where credit is due.
Don’t swallow the P!

And that’s all I’ve got for now.

2 thoughts on “First and last”

  1. Hallo Sir John,

    It is your lovely friend Coco!!!!!!! Mwah meah mwah!!!!

    Is Gary a single boy? He is so cutie!!!!

    I hope you are no jealous he he he!!

    Prayers and best wish to you, ang pinakamamahal kong lalaki na may espesyal na sikreto!!

    xoxo from Miss Makisig!!!!

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