So, let’s retrace yesterday’s events in reverse, starting with the last bar I visited and ending with the hike that began my day, shall we?
The last stop of the night was Wet Spot. I had run into Dave and his gal at my previous stop, and he invited me to sample the chili he was making a test run with in preparation for a chili cookoff next weekend in San Antonio. Alas, the guy in charge of the kettle reported that something went wrong with the beans, and the end result was inedible. Oh well, next time. And yes, I hope to attend the event in San Antonio on Saturday.
Prior to the Wet Spot visit, I had made a rare appearance at Voodoo. The circumstances leading to that happening involved running into a group of my fellow Hashers on the street. I had left Hideaway and was undecided about where to go next. The guys said they were on their way to Mugshots. I advised them that Mugshots is closed on Wednesdays, so someone suggested Voodoo as an alternative, and I joined in.
I had started my night out with the Hideaway feeding. The gals seem to appreciate the effort, and it gives me some pleasure to fill the void in their bellies with some local goodness. Last night it was roast chicken and fried chicken with rice. Brownies and Oreo cookies were the dessert items.
So, that was my night in Barretto. Now to my morning on Easter Mountain.
This was day 2 of scouting for Monday’s Hash trail. On day 1, we had found the path to the top we wanted, but the coming down was not to our liking. Yesterday we started where the downhill ends and made our way back to the top from there. There is no getting around the fact that it will be a hard, steep down, but at least the way we’ve chosen will be easier to follow. Tomorrow we’ll scout the second climb through the Black Rock ridgeline for the hard trail. The easy version will be a valley walk.
In other news, CNN had a story featuring a Filipina cover girl for Vogue magazine.
I was up and at ’em a little before 5:00 a.m. this morning and enjoyed the view.
So, feeling inspired, I mashed up some bananas and created about the best damn muffins in recent memory.
Let me leave you with a song. It’s an oldie (of course) but not a tune I’m that familiar with. It came on last night at Hideaway with the video I’m posting below. It cracked me up, especially in light of the recent alcohol-related discussions we’ve had here in the comments. I may be bad, but at least I ain’t that bad. Or maybe I was back when I was drinking gin.
I usually drink alone
Whaaaaaat?!?!? No, come on—by your own testimony, you usually have at least one rent-a-chick at your elbow.
Rockin’ it!
Wow, that looks dangerous. And it’s true mountain climbing, not just mountain hiking, because I imagine you have to use both your hands and your feet to scramble up that slope.
Beautiful views from the mountain, and the banana muffins look great.
“I Drink Alone” is a classic that even I know. Thorogood had two major hits: “I Drink Alone” and “Bad to the Bone.” I guess that makes him 100% better than a one-hit wonder.
Yeah, I was referring to being out drinking with guy friends as opposed to the paid-for companionship that is my norm.
Oddly enough, scrambling over the rocks is often preferable to a steep dirt trail because you get better traction/less slippage on the rocks.
I was never a Thorogood fan, but I do remember “Bad to the Bone”. I don’t know how I missed out on “I drink alone” when it was a hit. Maybe I was drunk.