Me and der Ring

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I’m no Frodo, but yesterday’s Hash trail would have been better suited for a Hobbitt. It’s funny in a way because I had that thought on trail and then one of the other Hashers made a similar comment to me.

It was a surprisingly short trail with only one big up and down. The climb wasn’t really steep, but it was long and meandering. The part I really disliked was going through sections that were so overgrown and jungle-like that I had to bend over a lot as I worked my way up. Had I been Hobbitt height it would have been much easier.

We started and finished at Hunter’s Jo Inn in Calapadayan. Pubic Head (Scott) drove so I was able to avoid the dreaded ride out there in the Hashmobile. Unfortunately, he lost his car keys while we were hiking the trail. Luckily, another Hasher found them. The keys apparently fell out of his backpack in one of those “bend over while you walk” parts of the trail. Anyway, I got a ride back to Barretto with him, so it ended well for both of us.

To the photos then:

Under 5K. Poorly and confusingly marked in places. And as you can see, it began and ended on the same path–that’s a pretty big Hash no-no. On the plus side, it was mostly new territory for me. But as I mentioned, a jungle climb bent over to the knees is not at all enjoyable.
Our “sane” group of Hashers got our usual head start ahead of the main group.
And we are off!
This was the one thousand four hundred and sixty-ninth running of the Subic Bay Hash House Harriers. The trail sucked, but didn’t lick us. *ahem*
I found this tree interesting enough to photograph. It was rooted right at the edge of the pavement and leaning all the way across the road. I liked it’s gumption!
Heading on up.
Looking back down from part way up.
Came across this hilltop farm…
It seemed a little corny…
No idea what this crop is but there was a lot of it.
And then the remainder of the climb was through shit like this.
But I was able to overcome all obstacles in my path.
Leech My Nuggets was the first runner to pass us after our 45 minute head start.
Back on solid ground. You can tell by my expression that this is serious business.
Arriving back to our On-Home venue.
The view from Hunter’s Jo Inn.
It’s nice on ice. I avoided the honor yesterday, however.
Pubic Head was punished for littering on trail (his car keys).
Doggy Style loves spending time on the ice for some reason.
Meanwhile, I was dealing with a runny nose issue. At least it was only one nostril.
And the sun went down on another Hash Monday.

After leaving Hunter Jo’s, I had Scott drop me off at It Doesn’t Matter for some more beer drinking and tomfoolery with my fellow Hashers. A good day all things considered.

Now, this post was actually quite interesting. Smack dab in the middle of nowhere with no apparent purpose (there wasn’t any fence or other posts around). Yet, someone for some reason lugged up the concrete and did the labor to build it here. I’d like to know what that was all about.

4 thoughts on “Me and der Ring”

  1. The French adjective “pénible” (annoying, bothersome) came to mind as I read your description of this trail. But, hey, it was an experience.

    I’m confused: is it “Hunter’s Jo” or “Hunter Jo’s”?

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