Yesterday’s Hash was a long slog but surprisingly enjoyable. About half of the trail was a path I walk regularly, most recently, Sunday morning. The uphill at the end wasn’t steep, but it was lengthy. I’m not sure which is worse–getting your ass kicked but getting it over with or being ground down until you are a wheezing mess. Regardless, I stuck it out and eventually got my second wind. It had been a couple of years since I last hiked up this hill, and I didn’t remember it being quite as difficult, but I was younger and in better shape back then.
The On-Home was at the Hare’s house way out at the end of Rizal Extension. I had three beers there, then left before the Circle rituals began. I wanted to get back down into town before dark, so I hiked the 3K to IDM and enjoyed a couple of more beers. Got some dinner to go from Myleen’s next door (the Flagstaff burrito) and headed home to dine with Swan at my rooftop table. A pleasant way to end the day.
Our trail began right here in Alta VistaOn-On!Heading down to the valleyMostly dirt roadsBeen there done that many times.A valley viewThat rickety bridge again.This begins the section that I infrequently hike.What more do you need?If the bamboo won’t come to you, you go to it.For a first-time Hare, Tiny Cunt did a decent job marking the trail. And getting an arrow and number on this tiny rock was a record-setting accomplishment. I’m not sure how many Hashers actually saw it, but I applaud the effort.A bypass highway is being constructedso folks can avoid Barretto as they journey to Olongapo. I’m looking forward to less traffic in my little town.Yesterday was the first time I’d been out this way since construction began. They seem to be making good progress.Looks to be a solid build.Perhaps it will even withstand rainy seasons to come.The new highway will, of necessity, have to go up and over Kalaklan Ridge, but no one seems to know how and where that will be accomplished.I fear when the highway is completed, the nature of this valley will change from agriculture to suburban sprawl. Presently, the roads here are only suitable for trikes and motorbikes, once cars and trucks have access all bets are off.Meanwhile, us Hashers have some uphill slogging to do. Let’s get going!Never really steep, but seemingly endless.And then, about halfway up, we passed through this old woman’s place. I can’t imagine what it must be like living up here. Well, I can imagine I wouldn’t be able to make it home from the bars at night.I thanked her for allowing us to trespass with a bag of cookies.Taking a rest break in the old woman’s yard.And then it was back to the climbing.It got a bit rocky in places.But at last we made it to the top!Maybe the flat earthers are on to something. A level trail is so much more enjoyable!I guess this would be ideal if you were looking for a peaceful, easy feeling.We’d come too far to let nature’s roadblock stop us!Arriving at Tiny Cunt’s place at last!A good and hard 6K jaunt that left you with a sense of accomplishment at the end.
And there you have the story of another Hash Monday.
It’s hard to see the humor in this one.Hmm, that sounds hauntingly familiar.
Alrighty, then. I’ll try again tomorrow.
6 thoughts on “Slogging on”
I’m not sure which is worse–getting your ass kicked but getting it over with or being ground down until you are a wheezing mess.
I prefer the long, shallow uphill to the short, steep uphill. But the mountain you’re on rarely gives you a choice.
Presently, the roads here are only suitable for trikes and motorbikes, once cars and trucks have access all bets are off.
Spot the errors!
I thanked her for allowing us to trespass with a bag of cookies.
I wonder what would have happened had you tried trespassing without a bag of cookies.
Arriving at Tiny Cunt’s place at last!
A harder walk this time, but a good’n, and you added another 3K at the end. In your series of pics, which one was Tiny Cunt? Green shirt and bald head?
Looks like Tiny Cunts place is kind of at the end of the road.
Yes, it literally is at the road’s end.
Kev, that sentence is perfect unless you are talking about the missing semi-colon after motorbikes and the failure to place a comma after access.
Ah, I was being facetious about the trespassing. She was very friendly even before the cookies.
Tiny Cunt is in the first picture–the guy with the towel on his head giving instructions to the group. The guy in the green shirt is Captain Prickhard.
I love it: “That sentence is perfect… except for the errors.”
“That sentence is perfect… except for the errors.”
I’m not sure which is worse–getting your ass kicked but getting it over with or being ground down until you are a wheezing mess.
I prefer the long, shallow uphill to the short, steep uphill. But the mountain you’re on rarely gives you a choice.
Presently, the roads here are only suitable for trikes and motorbikes, once cars and trucks have access all bets are off.
Spot the errors!
I thanked her for allowing us to trespass with a bag of cookies.
I wonder what would have happened had you tried trespassing without a bag of cookies.
Arriving at Tiny Cunt’s place at last!
A harder walk this time, but a good’n, and you added another 3K at the end. In your series of pics, which one was Tiny Cunt? Green shirt and bald head?
Looks like Tiny Cunts place is kind of at the end of the road.
Yes, it literally is at the road’s end.
Kev, that sentence is perfect unless you are talking about the missing semi-colon after motorbikes and the failure to place a comma after access.
Ah, I was being facetious about the trespassing. She was very friendly even before the cookies.
Tiny Cunt is in the first picture–the guy with the towel on his head giving instructions to the group. The guy in the green shirt is Captain Prickhard.
I love it: “That sentence is perfect… except for the errors.”
“That sentence is perfect… except for the errors.”
HaHa! Was that a mistake? 🙂