But I can Hare it! Yesterday was run #1555 of the Subic Bay Hash House Harriers, and it was my honor to help lay the trail. Seeing as how I was born in 1955, it was a blessing to still have the stamina and ability to do three moderate climbs on a 6K trek.
I had my hands full with powder and chalk, but here are a couple of the scenic shots I managed to take while marking the trail:
I went home, showered and changed, then headed back to the VFW for the 2 p.m. start and provided last-minute guidance and instructions for the group.
I wasn’t on the trail, of course, but here are some photos others took during the hike.
As is our custom, after the Hash circle was completed, a contingent of Hashers reconvened at It Doesn’t Matter for more beer imbibing. Since I didn’t do the trail, I had already been drinking longer than usual and departed early. I did make one more stop on the way home, though:
Fuck the carbs. I’d rather die fat and happy than deny myself life’s simple pleasures.
As I prepared this post, I checked to see if I had ever used “I can’t drive 55” previously. It turns out I had, in a post about my 55th birthday. Loads of pictures and memories in that one. I still find it shocking how everything you thought your life would be can fade away into nothingness. Well, I’ll try and do better with holding on to this new life I’ve found in the Philippines.
An interesting morning today. I’ll write about that tomorrow, but here’s a little foreshadowing:
And a beef stew lunch at Johansson’s when the work was done.
I’m trying to remember whether I’ve ever seen your own slow-cooked creations paired up with taters—as God intended.
And she was swingin’
I’ve seen enough YouTube “fail” videos to know that the rope always eventually snaps. Careful!
It was good to see 18-Kilo Ass back out after missing a couple of months.
And he’s somehow looking even slimmer.
Movin’ on out
Looks to be a Lord of the Rings adventure. Always good to remember how large and humbling the forest can be.
Time to move on.
Is it too early for congratulations? Looks as though you’ll be back in a legitimate house. Awesome. The breathing room! And I hope that this new area is already so developed that there’s no chance of there being a new house to block your nice views.
Kev, I usually add potato chunks to my stews, but I can’t remember the last time I ever even attempted to make mashed potatoes. I’m one lazy fucker in the kitchen!
As for Jo swinging, the rope breaking would be the least of my worries. I looked at how the swing was tied to a branch high up in the tree and thought, “damn, how much can that branch hold? And if it breaks, that’s gonna be a hell of a headache!”
Papers have been signed and money has changed hands, so unless I’ve been scammed, the move is on effective October 1. More on that in today’s post. This house sits high enough up the hill that any future construction below will have no impact on the view.