Not a bad Hash yesterday, although perhaps a little boring. Of course, had I done the trail the Hares laid, I’d likely have been a lot worse than bored. In addition to a couple of crazy climbs, one of the hilltops was on fire. Literally. That’s not the fault of the Hares; someone decided to do a burn up there after the trail was laid. Glad I missed it!
Call us lame or cripples, but the like-minded Hashers met up in Alta Vista and went about things our way.We took a flat and mostly paved route.But we did walk a good portion of Trail #1702—the portion without the big hills.See that fire up there? That’s near the Hash trail we didn’t take.Here’s a shot taken by one of the Hashers who did go that way. I’m told the flames had already burned out by the time the Hashers passed, but the embers were still smoldering.Looking back at Alta Vista from here.We did have some uphill work.What goes up, must come down.Those are the steps I have to climb on the Sunday Sweets Stroll. I like them much better going down.This residence right on the National Highway caught my eye for some reason.We arrived on the bay.And headed for the river.Strolling past the beached boats.Kids hanging out on the roof.Our vehicle for the river crossing awaits.Not as comfortable as it looks.Disembarking wasn’t much fun either.Back on the beach and headed On-Home.The shady-looking entrance to our On-Home venue, Kim’s Place.Hashers doing what Hashers do after the hike.One of the Hashers treated me to an American Miller Lite beer. It was damn good.On the beach for the Hash Circle.Hares on the ice. L-R, Fuck Buddy, Anal Intruder, Derby’s Bitch, and My Mouth Is Shut.At the Circle. You can see the Kokomo’s Floating Bar in the background.Time is passing.And another Hash Monday draws to a close.
The usual after-Hash gathering at It Doesn’t Matter, then we were homeward bound.
Continuing with the journey through the October 2018 LTG archives, where I’m actively engaged in the dating game. These old posts remind me of events I’d have otherwise forgotten. Like my date with Cherry, a woman I met on a dating website. We had a great first date, and I was really excited about getting to know her better. We met up for lunch the next day, and Cherry came home with me for an afternoon of passion. We parted with a plan for her to join me at the Hash the following day. I’m thinking, maybe I’ve met the one. I hadn’t. You can read what happened here.
Damn, girl. You don’t know what you missed. Or maybe you do.
Today’s YouTube video features a warning from Rod Serling for us all. Sorta like George Orwell told us about in 1984. I was a big Twilight Zone fan growing up, but I’m sure I missed the messages like this one.
Let’s take a timeout for smiles:
Don’t worry, Sloppy Joe’s is open 24 hours.I feel sorry for the 18-year-olds.Checkmate.
And so it went, and so it goes. I’ll try again tomorrow.
