I did have several beers last night. I also wound up not playing darts. Just wasn’t “feeling” it somehow. Instead, I moseyed up the highway to sit outside and watch the world go by at McCoy’s. Well, truth be told that ain’t all I watched.
The bargirl sitting next to me definitely tripped all my triggers. Yeah, yeah, it’s a shit photo taken serendipitously. But it wasn’t her face I was looking at anyway.That’s me practicing my Joe Biden hair sniffing technique on Joy. She and the mamasan are eating balut, basically a duck fetus.I’ve never tried this Filipino favorite and I’m quite sure that I never will.
Anyway, I had a rather nice time hanging out with Joy. She was new to the bar, returning after a two-year hiatus. She told me I had bought her a drink once before back in the day. I have no recollection of that event, however. Joy also revealed the reason for her long break–she had a baby. She resides with the father as well, so despite my perverted attraction to those legs her warm heart, there will be no Joy in my future.
It was Wednesday night, so on the way home I popped into The Pub and ordered up some Korean wings for takeout. 10% off on Wednesday so it’s becoming my new tradition.
I even remembered to get a photo of sorts before the wings were all gone. I bought the kimchi at Royal and it made the wings all the better.
Earlier in the day, I participated in the Wednesday Walkers group hike. We did a relatively hard (for us) 6K hike in the hills around Barretto. We did two moderate climbs along the way. It’s interesting how an up affects you. I’ve done twice that distance on flat ground and didn’t feel nearly as tired as I did yesterday. Oh well, as Stephen Stills sang long ago: “it’s no matter, no distance, it’s the ride.”
The path we hiked. Much of this is likely to be incorporated into our trail when I’m a Hare again next month.Seven of the eight mountain men. Scott is behind the camera.And so we begin.Onward and upward.Aussie Steve was recovering from some non-COVID (I hope) illness and had to take it slow going up. Retired submariner Gary hung back to provide encouragement.Near the top of the first climb, we encountered this hard-working carabao coming down.A pause to catch our breath.A view from our first vantage point.Movin’ on out…Through the woods…On the trail…Cookie delivery!Through a hillside village…And down the steps.And almost immediately, we began our second climb…A stream crossing in this, um, picturesque village.A brief rest at the top. We always identified this landmark on the My Bitch trail as “2nd Family”. There was a whole clan of people living here until about a month ago. And this time through the housing had been deconstructed. Undoubtedly, those materials are now being repurposed in a new shanty somewhere on the mountain.It was good to see Olivia and her grandkids are still going strong as the “1st Family” on the mountain.On the home stretch now. Hey, if you don’t want to have to wait on us, don’t be so damn fast!The thatch grass is still a pain in the ass, but it was only around on short stretches of the trail.Like this one.A Barretto view…Scott enjoying the overlook of Baloy beach…No, this is not a posed picture. I’m sure of it. Almost.It is very hard to make out in this photo, but just to the left of the tree in the center, we observed a young woman sitting alone in that ramshackle stick house. You can just make out her silhouette. She was actually quite attractive, to my eyes at least. I tried to engage her in a bit of conversation but she either didn’t speak much English or wasn’t interested in conversation This was near the end of our hike, and I kept thinking maybe I should go back and find out her story. Maybe she’s the one I’ve been dreaming of and I’ve finally found her. Then I remembered how close we were to Cheap Charlies and cold beer, so I told myself “never mind”.Unwinding, re-hydrating, and telling tall mountain tales at Cheap Charlies.I hope I didn’t lay it on too thick in this post.
Can you wonder what lies beyond? Though you’ve been There before and forget about the effort and the strain Always ascending, each yard as a mile to the never ending pull Of the steepening grade that’s before you
It’s no matter, no distance, it’s the ride
2 thoughts on “Mountain men”
For me, if it’s a choice between (a) a hot body and an ugly face and (b) an ugly body and a pretty face, I’ll pick (b). I know a lot of guys use the old “just put a bag over her head when you fuck her” excuse for banging ugly-but-hot-bodied chicks, but that’s not how I roll.
The walk looks to have been a good one. Mountain men!
Yeah, it really is true. I’ve met women who weren’t initially attractive but as I got to know them and see their personality I was thinking “wow, when did she get so pretty?” I guess it’s that mind’s eye thing we see inner beauty with…
For me, if it’s a choice between (a) a hot body and an ugly face and (b) an ugly body and a pretty face, I’ll pick (b). I know a lot of guys use the old “just put a bag over her head when you fuck her” excuse for banging ugly-but-hot-bodied chicks, but that’s not how I roll.
The walk looks to have been a good one. Mountain men!
Yeah, it really is true. I’ve met women who weren’t initially attractive but as I got to know them and see their personality I was thinking “wow, when did she get so pretty?” I guess it’s that mind’s eye thing we see inner beauty with…