From the beaches, to the mountains
On the highways filled with cars
God bless the Subic Hash
Where we walk so far...
Okay, it needs a little work, but it just came to me as I sat down to write this post. Sue me.
Yesterday was a nice mix of terrain and paths that we have not recently walked. The beach was packed with more locals than I recall seeing enjoying the sea and sand, but the New Year’s holiday wasn’t quite over (a three-day weekend). The climb up Kalaklan was a killer, or it could have been the way I was breathing, but here I am to tell the tale. The trail started and ended at It Doesn’t Matter. I limited myself to one beefy taco, and it was surprisingly good for pub fare. The Hash is my cheat day for beer, and I took full advantage, sticking around for a few more when the circle was done.
The trails that were walked by various elements of the Hash. Purple was the long trail prepared by the Hares, yellow is a shorter version provided by the Hares, and green is the way those who didn’t want a hard climb chose to go. Freedom baby!Where it all began. And ended.And we are On-On!Up this alley to the beachOn the beachWalking the shorelineHashers adding to the crowdA thankfully short jaunt on the National HighwayThen up Abra StreetAnd then a seemingly endless stairway.I was very tired at this point.The view didn’t take my breath away, but the climb did.Fuck Buddy seems to be waiting for someoneAnd here comes Buddy FuckerYeah, people live up here. I couldn’t handle the commute on a daily basis. I’d need a girlfriend for sure: “go down and get me some beer!”The path we walkedWhat’s that bear doing in the woods? Oh, wait. That’s What’s Up Doc.Another mountain family in need of cookies, or as the locals say, “biscuits.”And, of course, my regular kids somehow knew I was on the way, and they were lined up waiting patiently when I arrived.I’ll take that as a sign that we are on the right path“Where are you going?” “It Doesn’t Matter.” Fine, be that way!Blow My Pipe and Demolition Derby at IDM before the circle. The cute waitress is Juliet.Circle up!Pubic Head was “honored” with the Hashit.
And that was the ups and downs of yesterday’s Hash.
I’m trying to up my daily step count as I fight the battle of the bulge. In that regard, I have lengthened my dog walk routes some. I also took a morning stroll through the neighborhood.
That’s 3K, baby!
I also enjoyed taking a peak into the future from various perspectives.
Way up yonder is where I should be laying my head one of these days.Looking forward to living on high with an unobstructed viewBy neighborhood standards, it’s a small house, but plenty big enough for me and my entourageIt doesn’t appear much progress has been made on the room addition, but I’m confident they are motivated to get it done.I’ll be happy to tell folks I live at the bottom of Grand Canyon (street)And I will never get tired of this view.
That’s how I spent my sloppy seconds. It just keeps getting better and better.
Until it doesn’t.
2 thoughts on “Lows and highs”
I also enjoyed taking a peak into the future…
What’s wrong with this picture?!
Looks to have been a good set of walks. I bet the dogs appreciate the extra outside time.
You’re not able to get interior shots of your future house, are you? Or did you put those up already? I can’t remember. Ah, senility.
Jesus. I know the difference between peak and peek. That fuckup is yet another example of how there is a disconnect between my brain and fingers–brain says take a look, and fingers write mountaintop. I guess I should have claimed I did it on purpose as one of my bad puns–the house is on a peak– but I deserve the shame.
No, I haven’t had the opportunity to photograph the inside of the house yet. I’ll try to take some the next time I take a peek.
I also enjoyed taking a peak into the future…
What’s wrong with this picture?!
Looks to have been a good set of walks. I bet the dogs appreciate the extra outside time.
You’re not able to get interior shots of your future house, are you? Or did you put those up already? I can’t remember. Ah, senility.
Jesus. I know the difference between peak and peek. That fuckup is yet another example of how there is a disconnect between my brain and fingers–brain says take a look, and fingers write mountaintop. I guess I should have claimed I did it on purpose as one of my bad puns–the house is on a peak– but I deserve the shame.
No, I haven’t had the opportunity to photograph the inside of the house yet. I’ll try to take some the next time I take a peek.