Heavy breathing

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Not that kind. This is a Hash post. Sorry to disappoint.

I was anticipating a challenging trail, and Guenter didn’t disappoint. And that’s just the half of it. Our “sane” group elected to bypass this first portion of the trail that featured a climb to the top of Kalaklan ridge on a path everyone calls “motherfucker”. No thanks! Even so, the remaining portion featured two climbs and steep descents. In fact, the last down I hadn’t attempted since my virgin Hash way back when. Yesterday was a good reminder of why. Anyway, I lived to tell about it, so let’s get on with the story in pictures:

The white line is the way our group chose–hiking up Rizal Extension to where it intersected with the purple trail. Rizal was all uphill (about a 100M gain in elevation) but at a relatively gentle slope. Regardless, I was huffing and puffing before we ever left the pavement.
I hate riding in the Hashmobile. Getting out isn’t much fun either.
Is everybody here?
The big guys in our group–18 Kilo Ass and Gasman. They’ll be leading our special “sausage walk” in Castillejos on Friday.
Working our way up Rizal Ext.
The upper echelon of Rizal…I was already breathing heavily.
Off the road now, and the real climbing begins. My poor lungs!
On up!
Having fun, Dripping Pussy?
The view from here.
Our path took us past the house of my mountain friend, MJ. Nice to see you again!
You can see Easter mountain from MJ’s front yard.
Onward we march.
The first climb is done.
A pause for a photo of the sane group of Hashers.
And now to get down from here.
Overcast skies helped with the heat, but I was still soaked with sweat.
Watch out for spiders!.
In the valley.
Doing the best you can with what you have.
One more climb to go.
Getting there.
The end is almost in sight.
That really gets my goat!
Sticking together through the ups and downs.
Mountain vista.
It was a well-marked trail. Good job, Vienna Sausage, and Fuck A Duck.
Leech My Nuggets did the entire trail, and this is where he passed us short cutters.
The end is almost in sight. I really mean it this time!
And there it is, Barrio Barretto in all her glory. On-Home is at Guenter’s place, but how do we get there from here?
What’s Up Doc says, “We just go down, silly. Let’s do it!”
Okay, if you say so.
Damn, that’s a steep ass down.
I lived to Hash another day.
The view from Guenter’s place.
The view of gash on ice.

After the circle, I stopped by for a couple more beers at IDM. Then I popped into Sit-n-Bull to get some takeout.

The pulled pork sandwich was one of the daily specials.
And the rarely available pecan pie. I added the ice cream.

In unrelated news, I didn’t lose any weight this week. Go figure.

2 thoughts on “Heavy breathing”

  1. Looks to have been a fun, eventful walk. And that appetizing pulled-pork sandwich makes me sad that I’m now fasting. Very sad.

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