It was hot out on the trail today. Blazing hot. Four bottles of water hot. We cut short our planned hike but still wound up with a 10K morning. A different way (for me) up the big mountain and a brand new way down for all of us–there was no trail so we just blazed our way the best we could. Got a little dicey in places, but made it to the bottom in one piece.
Thatch grass the way I like to see it…harvested and ready for new duty as a roof on a nipa hut.Making our way up…Scott crossing the requisite rickety bridge. Not sure what’s up with my camera, he looked a lot closer when I took the photo.It wasn’t the hardest way up, but I was still sucking wind and falling further behind than usual. Scott and Jim were patient though…Wash day on the mountain. Hard to imagine doing laundry in a creek, but when that’s the only option it is the best option I suppose. I sweetened their day with some candy…The final push to the top.One view……and another. Both from the same vantage point.Jim took the lead on getting us down. What he thought was a trail petered out, so we made our own. Really steep and slippery in places, but we found a way.Onward!I guess I should have taken this as an omen for what was in store.Kevin Kim’s last post about his crazy hike included some nice flower pics. Two can play that game! What I liked about these was that they were growing right out of the concrete. Good job, guys!And I also managed to break the 20,000 step barrier for the first time in quite a while.
In other news, I came across this Kevin James short film and it was really funny in a sad way. Less than two minutes long, give it a watch!
And I’ll leave you with this Wuhan virus moment:
I wear a mask because it is required of me. I know and I suspect the authorities know it doesn’t make a damn bit of difference. Especially since ANY face covering is acceptable. Lots of folks just tie a bandana over their face. Those with actual masks usually wear them pulled UNDER the nose. Ah well, the show must go on!
Anyway, it was a good day. I’ve got enough beer here at home to get me through the night so I reckon I will pop one open and enjoy some Game of Thrones.
Which reminds me. Did anyone else notice the parallels between some current events and the sad demise of Ned Stark? Michael Flynn is no traitor but he gets railroaded on bullshit charges. He finally pleads guilty to keep his son from being prosecuted on another made up charge (the bogus Logan Act). Ned was an honest man too and confessed to a crime he didn’t commit to protect his children. At least Flynn didn’t lose his head. Those damn Lannister’s are a lot like Hillary, aren’t they?
2 thoughts on “Trail blazing”
Four bottles of water in the space of a 10K walk. Wow. Then again, this was mountain walking and not merely bike-path walking, so we have to account for the extra effort of going uphill and downhill. Seems to have been quite an adventure, what with all the trailblazing.
Did you keep the Joker card?
Yeah, even my shorts were soaked with sweat–it looked like I peed myself. It’s been unusually hot this year but rainy season is right around the corner. Supposed to rain tomorrow in fact.
No, I left the Joker behind. You know the old saw: take only pictures, leave only footprints. Funny story though, as Jim was trying to find an actual path on our descent he would periodically say “I think this is a trail…” It can be hard to tell sometimes when a trail is little used and covered in leaves. But a tell-tell giveaway for me is that when you are on the trail you ALWAYS know it by this: “Nope, I haven’t seen any litter, this can’t be it!”
Four bottles of water in the space of a 10K walk. Wow. Then again, this was mountain walking and not merely bike-path walking, so we have to account for the extra effort of going uphill and downhill. Seems to have been quite an adventure, what with all the trailblazing.
Did you keep the Joker card?
Yeah, even my shorts were soaked with sweat–it looked like I peed myself. It’s been unusually hot this year but rainy season is right around the corner. Supposed to rain tomorrow in fact.
No, I left the Joker behind. You know the old saw: take only pictures, leave only footprints. Funny story though, as Jim was trying to find an actual path on our descent he would periodically say “I think this is a trail…” It can be hard to tell sometimes when a trail is little used and covered in leaves. But a tell-tell giveaway for me is that when you are on the trail you ALWAYS know it by this: “Nope, I haven’t seen any litter, this can’t be it!”