Going Hareless

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I went my own way for the Hash but wound up in the right place at the right time. As I mentioned in yesterday’s post, I opted out of doing the “official” trail laid by the Hare, Vienna Sausage. I had my reasons.

The trail I (mostly) didn’t do was purported to be 6K

To begin with, it started three kilometers out of town, requiring a Jeepney or trike ride to get there. But more importantly, it had way too many ups and downs for my liking. I don’t mind a challenging climb, especially if it is at the beginning of the hike, but damn, this trail had several hard climbs interspersed with steep descents. Normally, I’d just shortcut the Hare’s trail, but in this case, I wasn’t familiar enough with the area to feel confident in my ability to do so. Instead, I crafted my own path from my house to the On-Home, some familiar (a portion of My Bitch) and the rest areas I hadn’t hiked for a while. It worked for me, and that’s what matters.

Cums Alone and BF’s Wet Spot joined in on the fun
The way ahead
An Easter Mountain view
My trail had one moderate climb
A cabin in the woods I rather fancy.

I did a seven-minute long video of the portion of the My Bitch trail that passes through Mountain Mama Onelia’s homestead.

I hope I did a little better quality-wise, but I still have lots of room for improvement.

If you watched it through to the end, you saw the surprise encounter with Buddy Fucker and Fuck Buddy, who had also chosen to hike a trail other than the Hare’s. We joined forces for the remainder of the journey.
The view on the way back down to Barretto
And another
And then by golly, we intersected with the real Hash trail.
Steppin’ on down

As we made our way to the On-Home venue, there was another surprise encounter:

I hadn’t seen Mama around town for several days, and I’ve never seen her way out like this on the backstreets of Barretto.
Glad you are okay, Mama! Enjoy the biscuits!
Still on the real trail
Almost done
Our On-Home was at the seldom visited Bella Monte Hotel.
Sitting around waiting for the Circle to begin
Some of the Hash Gash
Circle up! Over fifty Hashers in attendance yesterday (we are normally in the mid-thirties)
It’s nice on ice!
Action Man and his gal, She Devil, got lost on the trail, were last to get back and pay their Hash fees, and were rewarded some ice time along with some playthings.
On the ice for the socialites! (those who didn’t do a trail and just came for the circle)
Recognition on ice: Cums Alone has 22 runs, Cum Together has 333.
Maybe it was a dick move, but my trail was just a tad over 4K and quite enjoyable

We did the usual after-Hash hangout at It Doesn’t Matter, then made our way home to watch some of the Groundhog Day movie. Swan was unfamiliar with the creature or the holiday but seems to be enjoying it so far. We didn’t finish watching because we were both tired from the Hash, and the YouTube video I selected wasn’t high quality and was rife with commercials. I’ll try another version when we resume watching.

Made it, but just barely

No memories of note to share today, but here is a blast from the past on the blog: paying the rent for two years in advance in cash. The comments gave me a chuckle, especially the one from my liberal ex-wife #3 complaining about a waste of taxpayer dollars. These days she is pissed at Trump and Musk for trying to save the government money.

That’s what $94,000 looks like. No worries, Uncle Sam picked up the tab.
I’m still getting my kicks making lefty heads explode with my Facebook posts

Today’s YouTube video is a hopefully refreshing change of pace. I came upon this randomly, but I enjoyed learning about hygiene issues in the Old West. Perhaps you will, too.

And now for some humor:

You had breast keep your distance. Those appear to be loaded.
My hearing and vision are both diminishing, so I’m not sure what to do now.
Beats pounding sand!

Another day, another post. Thanks for hanging in there with me.

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