Next Sunday a group of Angeles City Hashers is coming to town for an “outstation” run. So the Friday walking group was tasked with scouting a trail for our out of town brethren to enjoy. And that’s just what we did. If pressed, I’d characterize the hike as wet and wild. Not all that long (5K or so) and the one climb wasn’t too harsh. But by my count, we did twelve stream crossings all of which required wading. The rocks and boulders were moss-covered and precariously slippery. The trail is on the far edge of Subic town and I was surprised by how different the vegetation was compared to what we are accustomed to in Barretto. Didn’t see a strand of thatch grass, but the vines were growing up and over some tall ass trees creating a jungle-like feel. Here are some photos from the adventure:
The path we took…almost all out in the wild except for a quick pass-through of a native village near the end.The stream. I don’t know if it was the same one we kept crossing or if there were several different streams. Although once your shoes are already wet, does it really matter?The first crossing also included scrambling up these slippery boulders. As Scott’s socks attest, it was really a bitch.Jim waited up top shouting out words of encouragement. Or derision. One of those.Steve and I made it up!Water, water everywhere…Enjoying some flat and dry ground.Simon and Troy seemed to spend quite a bit of time waiting around. I wonder why?Let’s get our feet wet. Again.Nice to see some clean water for a change.Some of those vine-covered trees I mentioned.It felt like walking through a jungle in places.Don’t want those feet to get dry now, do we?Time to re-tie those shoes.More water.Show us the way, Jim.A rock legend.We came across some native Aeta children doing their laundry creekside. Luckily, someone brought along cookies to share.Hurry up, damn it!You can’t rush the old guys though…Entering the Aeta village. Yes, this house was occupied.I thought this place had some style about it though.Well, there are worse places to be. I know, I’ve seen them.Seriously though, living in such beautiful countryside has its own rewards.This place was vacant. I don’t expect I’ll be moving there anytime soon though.A towering Virgin Mother keeping an eye on the village. Hail Mary, full of grace!Let’s go home.
Here’s hoping the guys from Angeles like our trail. And wet feet.
Pubic Head, Blow My Pipe, and I are the Hares for tomorrow. We are just going to do the same trail we hiked a couple of Wednesdays ago. It’s been a while for most of the others so it should feel almost new.
Stick around!
I believe home is a place that I will get someday If someone just will hold me I believe hope is a thing that I will find some time If someone just will show me I believe love is given, going, gone Come back to kiss me on the forehead And I believe moss on a rolling stone Is better than the rust that’s growing on my home
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I hope the out-of-towners don’t complain too much about all the steam-crossings. Asses might end up on the ice.
HaHa, well fortunately Angeles doesn’t do the ice thing. Although I expect more than a few will be staying over for the Subic Hash on Monday.
Whoops– pardon my typo. I blame auto-complete.
Ha, hadn’t noticed until you pointed it out. It gets hot here, but not enough for a steam crossing!
I hope the out-of-towners don’t complain too much about all the steam-crossings. Asses might end up on the ice.
HaHa, well fortunately Angeles doesn’t do the ice thing. Although I expect more than a few will be staying over for the Subic Hash on Monday.
Whoops– pardon my typo. I blame auto-complete.
Ha, hadn’t noticed until you pointed it out. It gets hot here, but not enough for a steam crossing!