Into each life…

…some rain must fall. I get that, but why does it have to fall in torrents when you are hiking way up in the mountains on a path that is already wet and muddy? That was our fate yesterday during the Hash run. Nothing you can do about it but slog along. Well, actually, some of us sane Hashers did take matters into our own hands and shortcut the trail. Regardless, we were still soaked to the skin and in peril of a slip, trip, and fall all the way back to our On-Home at Johansson’s. But I lived to tell about it, and that’s what I’m doing now.

Other than the rain and mud, it was a good trail. The meet-up location was about a mile out of town on the National Highway. Getting there was on each individual Hasher. Initially, I was going to walk but reconsidered because Leech My Nuggets lays a hard enough trail without me adding to it, so I took a trike. We started with a long, hard climb on a path none of us had used before. Later we merged onto a more familiar trail, and the up was done via concrete steps for a while. The steps ran out, but our climb didn’t. It was three-quarters of the way to the top when the sky let loose with the first rain squall of the afternoon. There were two more before we were back On-Home.

I managed to only fall once. It was kind of funny because shortly after the rain began, I told my fellow hikers there was nothing we could do but make the best of it. Within seconds I was sprawled flat on my back after my feet slid out from under me. Karma may be a bitch, but so is Mother Nature.

Here are a few photos that people managed to take before stowing away the phones during the deluge.

Our trail for the day. Green, as the Hare intended, and white, is the “sane” shortcut.
Hashers gathering at our designated start location, Adamo’s beach resort.
And we are off!
We got back to our roots as the climbing commenced.
Yes, people live up here. It must be hard. I’d hate the commute, for sure.
That hansum man in front appears to be saying “onward and upward.”
Steppin’ up.
What a lovely view.
Rain is on the horizon.
The concrete steps ended, but not the climb.
There could be trouble ahead…
All that rain has to go somewhere.
Slender in the grass.
The song is better than the actual walking in the rain.
The first of the later starting runners pass us slow pokes.
On the rocks.
On their asses.
The short cutters.
Cookies in the rain.
Hillside community
Nearing the end of the down.
Back on flat ground.
Watch your step!
Don’t ask me why.
It was nice to be back On-Home at Johansson’s. It recently reopened after being closed for a couple of years during the scamdemic.
“It’s nice on ice.”
It looks VERY nice on ice. That’s our newest named Hasher, Head Down Ass Up. Does she look familiar?

So, that’s how our Hash went this week. I actually left before the circle was over. I was soaking wet and almost shivering under the fans. Trust me; it’s very rare to feel cold in the Philippines. Home by 6:30, if you can imagine that. Felt good to be in dry clothes again.

It’s been raining all day today too. I guess there is a tropical depression passing through. I can attest that it is indeed pretty depressing. It takes the fun out of going out. Not that that will stop me.

Into each life some rain must fall
But too much is falling in mine
Into each heart some tears must fall
But some day the sun will shine
Some folks can lose the blues in their hearts
But when I think of you another shower starts
Into each life some rain must fall
But too much is falling in mine

4 thoughts on “Into each life…

  1. Looks to have been an adventure, mud and all! I’m notoriously clumsy on slippery surfaces, and as a big guy, I’m always petrified of falling and possibly breaking my tailbone. At least you got through it all. Now, on to the next hike!

    (Did you sit on the ice because you’d fallen?)

  2. I didn’t have to sit on the ice this time for a “Hash crash” because no one called me out. Good thing I didn’t; I was already cold and left shortly after.

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