A good time out in the countryside yesterday with the Sausage Walkers. I’ll tell the story through photographs if you don’t mind. Well, even if you do mind…
I hadn’t gone out with the Wednesday group for a few weeks. The Germans kind of took it over and did these intense marathon walks that I just didn’t enjoy. This time I was assured it would be a “fun” walk and since I knew other like-minded folks would be in attendance I signed up.
Here we are loading up in the Hashmobile. Of course, making room for the beer was first priority. The rest of us crowded in as best we could for the long (around 40 minutes) uncomfortable ride out to the countryside. I’m thinking (hoping) this picture of our driver was posed. Regardless, we made it there and back again without incident.Disembarking after our arrival at our destination.And carrying our beer supplies down to our campsite on the creek.Time to hit the trail!The path led us up to the headwaters of the Matain River. It sure is a lot cleaner here than it is when it empties into Subic Bay…Pausing for a bit of relaxation before resuming our hike.I’m not sure what this shit was (and I hope it wasn’t shit) we encountered on the return trail. I made it about 3/4 of the way across before that piece of wood gave out and I found myself wading. Well, we had a couple of more clean stream crossings and I didn’t hesitate wading through them to get the “mud” off of my shoes…The rarely seen Penis tree growing in the wild. They are hard to find. I understand they stiffen in the breeze. When fully mature they stand erect. The women folk tell me the wood is excellent. For cooking. Alright, that’s enough I suppose…And yes, we were in fact passing through the Tibag community. The walk was actually a little longer than this. I forgot to start my tracker…Back at the campsite getting ready to eat. And drink.“Where in the hell is my sausage?”Oh, there it is. Never mind. Enjoy yourself.
Anyway, it was a good day. Well, shortly after we finished eating it started raining. We had no shelter and of course the back of the truck was open. So we just sat there drinking and getting soaked. After the first few minutes it seemed pretty natural. The deluge probably lasted 30 minutes and then moved on.
Oh, and the beermeister didn’t have any San Miguel Zero, so I wound up drinking the strong stuff. With predicable results. I don’t recall much about the trip home. But I did wake up in my bed this morning. So there’s that.
And so it goes.
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“Regardless, we made it there and back again without incident.”
Looks to have been a good walk, Mr. Tolkien.
Some of the guys look pretty young ,,, know average age?
Min, a few of the guys are in their 70’s. The youngest ones are probably mid-40’s. So that puts the average in the late 50’s early 60’s I reckon…
“Regardless, we made it there and back again without incident.”
Looks to have been a good walk, Mr. Tolkien.
Some of the guys look pretty young ,,, know average age?
Min, a few of the guys are in their 70’s. The youngest ones are probably mid-40’s. So that puts the average in the late 50’s early 60’s I reckon…