It was a wet one yesterday, but sort of like my mailman days, we Hash rain or shine. Granted, we do make concessions to the weather as reasonable and necessary. Before leaving the house I made the decision that I was not going to be climbing any mountains in the rain. So I carried an umbrella rather than my walking stick.
Apparently others were of like mind. We had less than 20 in attendance as opposed to our normal group of 30 or more. And the Hares (Demolition Derby and Anal Retentive) had not been able to mark a trail due to two days of heavy rain. As an alternative, they left 30 minutes ahead of the group and laid out an impromptu trail. Alas, it was for naught. Right about the time we departed Johannson’s (our meet up place) a crazy heavy downpour commenced, washing away all of the freshly laid powder. Oh well. Me and a few others hiked around the elevated Alta Vista subdivision for an hour or so before making our way on-home to Treasure Island on Baloy Beach.
Fuck the rain. Let’s Hash!On the mean streets of Alta Vista. No flooding up here.I walk the dogs here most everyday, so it wasn’t a real exciting trail for me.It was nice to run into my neighbor, the widow Heidi. She used to come out and Hash before she got “too busy”. The story I heard is she has a new Filipino boyfriend. But damn, she would have been perfect for me. Too bad she didn’t think so… A little rain didn’t seem to bother the goats or their herder much…Oh by the way, I didn’t take any of these photographs. Credit goes to Pubic Head for that. I really like this one a lot.When it was time to leave Alta Vista we got to experience the joys of getting our feet wet wading through the omnipresent puddles..I had the bright idea of walking to Treasure Island along the riverside. Baloy Beach road is notorious for it’s flooding. Alas, that proved to be a big mistake…The river was running high…How high? Right up to the bottom of the highway bridge…You know, one thing I’ve noticed here in the PI is that parents allow their kids to run free. Kinda like we did back in the 1960s. But this freaked me out some. I mean, I am going *assume* these kids can swim, but even so, one slip and they are in a raging current with nothing to grab onto. They’d be swept out into the bay along with all the garbage that has been accumulating in the river bottom.
No picture of this, but we had to exit the riverbank and walk/wade between a couple of flooded houses. The kids warned us the water was deep. It came up over my knees! Should have stayed on the road, damn it!
We did make it to Treasure Island in one piece. This is what the storm left on the beach. That’s the treasure of garbage the locals routinely through into the river. Disgusting.
Deep breath. Relax. Accept the Filipino way.
That was yesterday and yesterday’s gone.
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It’s rainy, but I assume it’s a fairly warm rain to walk in. Cold rain, in my experience, is utterly demoralizing. Anyway, happy Hashing!
No, it doesn’t get cold when it is wet here, it gets steamy!
It’s rainy, but I assume it’s a fairly warm rain to walk in. Cold rain, in my experience, is utterly demoralizing. Anyway, happy Hashing!
No, it doesn’t get cold when it is wet here, it gets steamy!