Good day Subic Hashers.. Today trail it’s easy and flat all cripple, lame and whimps can make it the trail more or less 3.5km..We run all together in the small hidden falls down to rice fields all the way to ON HOME. .Everyone can get trikes going up to 4th Court Rizal Extension for Meet Up and START on trail..The marking sign well marked.. ORANGES Ribbon, PAPERS and trees.
That’s the message one of the Hares posted on Facebook. It felt like she was talking directly to me. Still, I had my doubts, but there was only one way to find out. Of course, getting to the start way out at the end of Rizal Extension is its own kind of pain-in-the-ass. Given the reported shortness of the trail, I decided to walk to the start via the familiar My Bitch trail, which conveniently runs between Alta Vista and Rizal. It doubled the length of the official Hash trail, so I guess that makes me a longcutter.
Gathering at the trailhead.
Now, I don’t want to say the trail was poorly marked just because it was.
Now what? Losing the trail early on, and not for the last time.
One of the Hares, Always Wet, stayed with us at the back of the pack, acting as a sweeper of sorts. Whenever I couldn’t figure out where the trail was, she kindly pointed me in the right direction.
As promised, the trail was all downhill. But theearly portion was alongside a rocky creek with thick branches and sticker bushes. I’d prefer a hill climb to that!Gettin’ down!Strolling on the water’s edge.The only falls I experienced.Easter Mountain looms large.Walking on water.Down in the valley.Heading for the On-Home.
This week, we gathered at the compound of Hasher Smurf 69 and joined in the anniversary party she was hosting with her mate, Covid 69.
Quite the spread.Yummy this……and yummy that.It’s not a Filipino celebration without lechon.Live music from some familiar faces.A gathering of Gash.Circle up!Hares on the ice. Our host, Smurf 69 in the middle, Always Wet, and Derby’s Bitch, the one not facing the camera.Blow My Pipe was the Hashit recipient this week.
We ate, drank, and were merry, and then as darkness approached, we headed out in search of a trike to take us back to town. We were fortunate to find one without having to walk very far. We got dropped at It Doesn’t Matter for some after-Hash revelry, then it was off to home after surviving another Hash Monday.
The official Hash trail.And my elongated version, at 6.5K, if you are keeping score.
I’ve reached September 2010 in my journey through the LTG archives. This post documents my Labor Day drive to Gangneung on the East Sea side of Korea. Lots of photos of a beautiful trip.
Today’s YouTube video is one of a growing number focused on the increasing tensions with China. Perhaps it is an encouraging sign that so many nations are standing together with the Philippines. Perhaps China will be dissuaded from further escalation. One can only hope.
Today’s lame humor attempt:
A ballsy move, Kirk.The truth will set you free.Don’t be such a cunt, Riker.
And there you have it. I’m attending a birthday gathering later this afternoon at Alley Cats, and I experienced a once-in-my-lifetime event in the kitchen. At my age, that’s something!
Oops! I dropped the brownies when I was taking them out of the oven. Oh well, I baked another batch.
When I was walking the neighborhood today, this Cat Stevens song came up in my playlist. I was never a big fan of his back in the day, and Miles From Nowhere was a song I’d last heard fifty years ago, and it didn’t really resonate. Somehow, this morning it felt meaningful. I guess that is the difference between the 70s and being (almost) 70.
Miles from nowhere Guess I'll take my time Oh yeah, to reach there
Look up at the mountain I have to climb Oh yeah, to reach there
Lord my body has been a good friend But I won't need it when I reach the end
Miles from nowhere Guess I'll take my time Oh yeah, to reach there
I creep through the valleys And I grope through the woods 'Cause I know when I find it, my honey It's gonna make me feel good
Yes, I love everything So don't it make you feel sad 'Cause I'll drink to you, my baby I'll think to that, I'll think to that
Miles from nowhere Not a soul in sight Oh yeah, but it's alright
I have my freedom I can make my own rules Oh yeah, the ones that I choose
Lord my body has been a good friend But I won't need it when I reach the end
I love everything So don't it make you feel sad 'Cause I'll drink to you, my baby I'll think to that, yes, I'll think to that I'll think to that
Miles from nowhere Guess I'll take my time Oh yeah, to reach there
4 thoughts on “Miles from nowhere”
The marking sign well marked.. ORANGES Ribbon, PAPERS and trees.
Wow, this entire block of text is going into my Substack. So the trail was marked… how, exactly? With oranges, ribbons, papers (whatever that means), and… trees? That’s a lot of different ways to mark a trail. And using trees themselves as markers! How does that work?
One of the Hares, Always Wet, stayed with us at the back of the pack, acting as a sweeper of sorts. Whenever I couldn’t figure out where the trail was, she kindly pointed me in the right direction.
It’s almost as though they knew the trail was poorly marked. Did anyone get really lost?
As promised, the trail was all downhill. But the early portion was alongside a rocky creek with thick branches and sticker bushes. I’d prefer a hill climb to that!
Were they that desperate to find an original path?
The only falls I experienced.
More impressive than some of the ones you’ve shown!
This week, we gathered at the compound of Hasher Smurf 69
With those stickers on the food, I’m guessing this was catered. By “Memey’s”?
Perhaps China will be dissuaded from further escalation. One can only hope.
Keep hoping. I hope so, too, but realistically… I’m not that hopeful.
Oops! I dropped the brownies when I was taking them out of the oven. Oh well, I baked another batch.
Good you had the ingredients for another batch handy. I bake rarely enough that I normally have to buy almost all of my ingredients very time I make something.
Seeing the title of your post, I was predicting that you were going to go with “A Thousand Miles from Nowhere” by Dwight Yoakam as your song of the day. LOL
Brian, I like that Yoakam tune and used it once already as the daily song.
Kevin, well, in her defense, the Hare who wrote that passage is Filipina, so English is her second language. What she meant to say was the trail is marked with orange ribbons (tied on branches), shredded paper, and chalk marks drawn on trees.
I had the same thought about Always Wet hanging back with us because she knew the trail was poorly marked. But the tone of her voice when I couldn’t find my way had an “are you stupid or something” sound.
I’m not sure why they chose that route, but I felt lucky I didn’t lose an eye from those sticker bushes (one got me right between the eyes). And I don’t expect that waterfall will last longer than the rainy season.
I didn’t pay attention to the labels, but I’m sure most of the food offerings were catered. Smurf 69 dropped some coin for that impressive spread, that lechon (roasted pig) ain’t cheap (they average around 7000 pesos or $130).
I always have a box of Betty Crocker on the shelf when needed.
all cripple, lame and whimps can make it the trail more or less 3.5km..We run all together in the small hidden falls down to rice fields all the way to ON HOME. .Everyone can get trikes going up to 4th Court Rizal Extension for Meet Up and START on trail..The marking sign well marked.. ORANGES Ribbon, PAPERS and trees.
The marking sign well marked.. ORANGES Ribbon, PAPERS and trees.
Wow, this entire block of text is going into my Substack. So the trail was marked… how, exactly? With oranges, ribbons, papers (whatever that means), and… trees? That’s a lot of different ways to mark a trail. And using trees themselves as markers! How does that work?
One of the Hares, Always Wet, stayed with us at the back of the pack, acting as a sweeper of sorts. Whenever I couldn’t figure out where the trail was, she kindly pointed me in the right direction.
It’s almost as though they knew the trail was poorly marked. Did anyone get really lost?
As promised, the trail was all downhill. But the early portion was alongside a rocky creek with thick branches and sticker bushes. I’d prefer a hill climb to that!
Were they that desperate to find an original path?
The only falls I experienced.
More impressive than some of the ones you’ve shown!
This week, we gathered at the compound of Hasher Smurf 69
That reminds me…
Quite the spread.
With those stickers on the food, I’m guessing this was catered. By “Memey’s”?
Perhaps China will be dissuaded from further escalation. One can only hope.
Keep hoping. I hope so, too, but realistically… I’m not that hopeful.
Oops! I dropped the brownies when I was taking them out of the oven. Oh well, I baked another batch.
Good you had the ingredients for another batch handy. I bake rarely enough that I normally have to buy almost all of my ingredients very time I make something.
Seeing the title of your post, I was predicting that you were going to go with “A Thousand Miles from Nowhere” by Dwight Yoakam as your song of the day. LOL
Brian, I like that Yoakam tune and used it once already as the daily song.
Kevin, well, in her defense, the Hare who wrote that passage is Filipina, so English is her second language. What she meant to say was the trail is marked with orange ribbons (tied on branches), shredded paper, and chalk marks drawn on trees.
I had the same thought about Always Wet hanging back with us because she knew the trail was poorly marked. But the tone of her voice when I couldn’t find my way had an “are you stupid or something” sound.
I’m not sure why they chose that route, but I felt lucky I didn’t lose an eye from those sticker bushes (one got me right between the eyes). And I don’t expect that waterfall will last longer than the rainy season.
I didn’t pay attention to the labels, but I’m sure most of the food offerings were catered. Smurf 69 dropped some coin for that impressive spread, that lechon (roasted pig) ain’t cheap (they average around 7000 pesos or $130).
I always have a box of Betty Crocker on the shelf when needed.