I survived another Hash yesterday. Barely. I exaggerate, but damn, at the start, it was as hot as I remember it ever being. Later in the day some clouds rolled in and thunder rumbled, but no raindrops fell on my sweaty head. If the weather forecasts are to be believed, we’ll be seeing some monsoon-like rains here by next week. Can hardly wait!
The trail itself was on the short side, around 5K. It featured two moderate climbs, a lot of which consisted of steps. The biggest challenge was the portions that were covered in bamboo leaves, making the path treacherously slippery. Despite my best efforts to be prudent, I did take a fall. It could have been worse, but as I was sliding down the steep side of the mountain on my ass, I managed to reach out and grab a tree trunk. It was tough enough getting back up on the trail from where I wound up–not sure what I would have done had I slid all the way down to the bottom. And to think that just the other day I was complaining about the lack of excitement in my life. Yesterday’s adventure ought to hold me over in that regard for a while, I reckon.
Let’s go to the photos, shall we?
Yesterday’s Hash trail. The detour I took on my ass is not shown.We are called the “sick, lame, and insane” group because we leave early and shortcut as we please. I’d say that makes US the sane Hashers. It seems each week our group grows larger. I expect before long we will be the majority in the Subic Bay Hash.The first climb of the day begins.Looking back from whence we came.When the trail was like this I had no problems.But a lot of it was like this.Shortly after taking this photo is when I fell. My downhill right foot slipped out from under me, spinning me around, and dropping me on my ass. That’s when the ride down the hillside began. I was still gaining speed when I grabbed a tree to stop my momentum.Buddy Fucker encouraging me to hurry my slow ass up.Having reached the top, we began the journey back down.Standing tall in my element–flat ground!What’s a Hash without a rickety bridge crossing where one false step imperils life and limb?You can’t tell in this photo, but there was about an 8-foot drop to the creekbed below.Time for the second climb of the day…And it wasn’t all stairsteps…Rest time.Near the top of the climb up I heard a voice calling, “John, this way!” It was Olivia (on the left), my mountain family friend.The rest of the trail was the familiar and relatively easy “My Bitch.” Here’s the view of Easter mountain from there.
The On-Home was at the Alta Vista community center. Once again, my chili sold out; that’s the best review possible. Hmm, it just occurred to me the review could also mean, “I was so damn hungry I actually ate that shit!”. Well, there were other choices available:
A couple of the Hash Gash put in the time and effort to generate some cash from food sales.Hard at work preparing the kebabs…Our newest named Hasher: Get Your Rocks Off.My Hash crash cost me some time on the ice…We also initiated a virgin Hasher (the girl on the right).And we prepared the traditional Hash birthday cake for Salty Cum and Anal Receptive.
All in all, it was a pretty good day. Got some exercise, didn’t die falling down a mountain, and drank lots of beers. Does it get any better than that?
And that concludes another worthless Hash post
4 thoughts on “Hash crash”
Looks way hilly. You guys don’t walk very far, but the weather and terrain make up for the lack of distance. My hat is off to all of you.
Oh, and congrats on the chili. It looks damn good.
Looks way hilly. You guys don’t walk very far, but the weather and terrain make up for the lack of distance. My hat is off to all of you.
Oh, and congrats on the chili. It looks damn good.
All’s well that ends well!! Keep walking!!
Thanks, guys. Yes, everything ended well! 🙂