Hare-y Hash Gash

***These gals did the Hare work for yesterday’s trail. It was hard and long, just the way they like it!***

Another week, another journey up to the Kalaklan Ridge. I’ve taken the path to the top the Harriettes chose a couple of times previously, but damn, yesterday was a lot harder than I remembered. Might have had something to do with the heat. Once we were on the ridgeline path, I opted out of doing another down and up, choosing instead to carry on my way until I rejoined the trail for the steep down to Barretto. Even with the shortcuts, my path was 6+K, although I counted the 2K I walked from my house to the start in that total. Here are some photos from yesterday’s Hash:

***Even with steps cut into the dirt, it was steep and hard.***

***A brief pause to deliver some cookies***

***A nice shot of Barretto Beach. Not sure who took it.***

***And I really like this zoom shot of Baloy Beach. I’ll be there later today to visit the blue-roofed floating bar.***

***Nearing the top and glad to see it.***

***This section of the ridge path is still an incline, but gentle and comparatively easy.***

***The Easter Mountain shot you’ve been waiting for.***

***I might pass this way every six months or so, but the kids always remember me. Or my cookies, anyway.***

***On-Home at It Doesn’t Matter and the Harriettes spend some well-earned time on the ice.***

***The path I walked, at least half of it was the “official” trail.***

***And my stats for the day. You can tell how hard the climb was by those Zone Minutes. My daily goal is 150, so I almost doubled that. Oh, my achin’ heart.***

Speaking of which, my friend Kevin Kim, a frequent reader and commenter here at LTG, reports he has been hospitalized in Seoul. Best wishes for a speedy recovery, Kevin.

Just in case anyone missed the Eclips yesterday, I found this picture for your viewing pleasure:

***Not sure what all the fuss was about***

And now for that Quora Q&A thing:

Q: Have you ever been treated differently because of the car you were driving?

A: Back in the early 1970s, I was a recent high school graduate living in Orange County, California. My high school sweetheart had moved to San Diego. I’d go down to see her a couple of times a month. There was an immigration checkpoint in San Onofre, and every time I’d get stopped for a search. I was a long-haired hippie type back then, and I figured I was being singled out because of the way I looked. One day, in frustration, I confronted the immigration officer and said you are harassing me because of the way I look, right? He laughed and said, “No, it’s your car. It fits the smuggler’s profile.” Who knew a ’64 Chevy Impala was so popular for bringing in folks from Mexico? Well, it did have a big trunk.

Yeah, back in those days, our nation actually defended its borders.

What’s so funny?