On the eve of New Year’s Eve

The day started with a challenging but nice 8.5K hike circumnavigating the Naugsol valley. Photos from that adventure are at the end of this post.

I’ve decided to take a break from participating in hiking groups, including the Hash. My plan is to take the rest of the year off and start fresh in 2023. (Sorry, that was pretty lame)

I am frequently reminded that punctuation matters, especially when it comes to the proper use of commas. And this, I think, really illustrates that fact:

The proof is in the brew
As seen on my way to the Green Room

So, another Friday, another SOB dance competition. This week’s event was at the Green Room. Most of the dance teams were reduced in size (er, make that number. Some of the girls were large). I expect this is because many of the girls go home to the province for the holidays. Still, most of the teams put on an energetic and entertaining show. Plus, the beer was cold and plentiful—a good combination. Wet Spot took the crown this week, and they earned it with all that ass-shaking.

My friends, Joy from Alaska and Irish from Queen Victoria, spent some of their non-dance time standing at my table (nowhere to sit), and I, of course, rewarded them with a lady drink or two.

Irish isn’t the cutest girl around and is getting a little long in the tooth (yeah, look who’s talking), but she has a pleasant demeanor, even if that spider tattoo is a little creepy. I was really impressed with her acrobatic dancing last night. That girl can do the splits like you wouldn’t believe. And yes, my sick mind wandered about how that might work out in the bedroom.

I had arrived at Green Room a little after 4:00, and the SOB was over at 8:00. I went next door to Wet Spot and stayed for another hour. Needless to say, I’d consumed more beers than usual. Caught a trike and made it home before I could do anything stupid.

And then I woke up to the last morning of the year.

Life is full of blessings.

To the last group hike of the year, then.

The way we walked
Five of us made the journey
Off road
On road
The road ahead
I elected to take a flying leap instead
What we did this time was to make our way to the foot of the hills surrounding the valley and walk the perimeter without going over the hill.
Beauty is always there, sometimes you just have to look for it among the clutter
I rather liked our chosen path
Those four palm trees in a line on that hill caught my eye too
Working hard at the end of the year
Mostly dry but a couple spots required some fancy footwork
We lost the trail a couple of times. Here’s Ed coming back with a “no go” look about him
This is a still shot, but I could have done a streaming video here. (sorry again)
Always surprised to see these out in the middle of nowhere
Easter mountain from a rarely seen (by me) vantage point.
Looking for the trail again
Is that a banana on your shoulder or are you just happy to see me?
We gotta get out of this place
Then we came to this house. Gave the kids some cookies and asked mama which way to the road. She responded, “what road?”
So, we walked the berms.
We walked the dikes
And we walked the levees
Came upon another shack
And then found the road at last
The last delivery of the day.

I liked this trek because it was a place we rarely visit and my lungs appreciated the fact that there was no significant climbing involved. A good way to finish this year’s hikes.

Speaking of hikes, Pubic Head (Scott) posted a map showing all the Hash trails for 2022.

I’d say we covered it

And now the last night of the year is approaching. Since Hideaway will be closed tomorrow, I’ll feed the girls tonight. Baked them a chocolate cake and I’ll see what’s on the menu at the Jewel restaurant for their supper. After that I’ll just do a bar crawl and end the year on a “high” note.

There are some changes coming in the new year. Yep, I’ve made some resolutions. Tell you about it tomorrow.

6 thoughts on “On the eve of New Year’s Eve

  1. Cool to see the network of 2022 trails. Great pics of the hike. I’ll take this opportunity to wish you a Happy New Year and all the best for 2023!

  2. I suggest the changes you are planning this year include having your head shaved. I find females are more attracted to they follicly challenged because they see us as more masculine than those men with hair like yourself. Otherwise I would have battled to have retained the payot if it weren’t for my massive pecker. Maybe even go the full, filthy hog and grow a goatee.

  3. Thanks for the advice, Dave. The great thing about it is that being motivated to do the OPPOSITE turns bad advice into good. Given my problem finding an empty barber chair, I’ve actually been considering growing my hair long again like when I was a rebellious teenager.

  4. I am assuming these places do not take reservations?

    Maybe you could BYOB and hang out there waiting for an open chair? Watch the world go by from a different perspective

  5. No, there is no formal reservation system for the SOB. Most venues reserve a “VIP” table; otherwise, it is first come, first seated. There was one occasion when I arrived at Queen Victoria an hour before the event signups commenced, and all the good tables had “reserved” signs on them. It really pissed me off that I made the effort to get there early and still couldn’t get a decent seat. So, I told them fuck this and left. I complained to the event sponsor later, and I’ve not seen that happen again.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *