I experienced one of my favorite excursions with the Wednesday Walkers yesterday. Once again we tackled the Kalaklan Ridge, this time assisting the Hares for next week’s Hash scout a trail. The route we took to get to the top was interesting. First, we’d go up, then down, circle around some, then back up and down until we eventually made the final push and achieved the ridgeline.
I was once again suffering at the start. My heavy breathing led to a hacking cough. Then I started spitting up hunks of phlegm. And after a while, I could breathe better again. I guess a hard climb is a good extraction method for the shit that accumulates in my lungs. At least it worked yesterday.
A 5K stroll up and down Kalaklan RidgeOur merry band of hikersLet’s get started!This house stood out in a neighborhood mainly consisting of shanties.We’d go up……and we’d go down.Then up again…And down again.Rinse……and repeatThen we finally made the final push to the top.A rest for the weary on the ridgeSometimes I hate getting up there, but I always enjoy strolling on the ridge road.A look to the left shows Olongapo CityAnd on the right, the beauty of Subic Bay.Me taking it all in…Posing for a group shotI think if you drug your girlfriend up that long climb for a “romantic getaway” here at the “Little Lovers Camp,” she likely is an ex when you get back down.And then we left the ridge to find a good Hash trail back down.When you are fast like Ed, you do some waiting for the slowpokes to catch up.Here we come!It got a little rocky in places.I’m not out of the woods yet.People live out here with no vehicular access. I kept thinking of all the ways that would make life so incredibly difficult. It’s beautiful, but no thank you!Doing laundry the old-fashioned way.Leaving the creek behindVisiting with Rolly and leaving some treats for the kiddies.Heading back downWhat’s left of a tree.Back in the outskirts of BarrettoRefreshments at Dynamite Dick’s.I enjoyed this tasty burger for lunch.My route, as seen by Map My Walk
My evening out was pretty much routine. I fed the crew at Hideaway, such as it is. Down to two waitresses, a bartender, and a cashier. Not sure what’s up with that. I’m probably going to cut to a once-a-week feeding on Sunday.
The best view from a comfort room in Barretto is at Cheap Charlies.
Swan was working last night, so I didn’t have meeting up with her to look forward to. I filled some time at Cheap Charlies, then Sloppy Joe’s, before finishing up at The Green Room. I got home around seven and spent some time with my friends from “Shameless.” Swan arrived home from work just before nine, and we enjoyed some couch time before bed.
Swan is working again today but finishes earlier, so we will get together for dinner tonight.
I walked Swan to work this morning.
I was walking the beach at Baloy and had to take a leak, so I stopped at Treasure Island.
It didn’t seem right to use the CR without being a customer, so I ordered some toast.I got it the way the French make it.
It’s funny looking back at all my “conspiracy theories” that have recently been proven to be the truth.
Skepticism is a healthy habit.
And I also came across evidence that I really am a rich man. At least in the Philippines.
Hell, I’m almost filthy rich by that standard.
What am I forgetting? Oh yeah, the puns!
Go to hell, Satan!Read between the lines.Just make the breast of the situation.Almost sounds like stalking.But it is the end of this post!
Was that a big sigh of relief I just heard? Well, I’ll be back with more tomorrow. You have been warned!
2 thoughts on “Up around the bend”
I guess a hard climb is a good extraction method for the shit that accumulates in my lungs. At least it worked yesterday.
That, and a nice, hot, steamy shower. When there’re no brownouts.
I think if you drug your girlfriend up that long climb for a “romantic getaway” here at the “Little Lovers Camp,” she [would likely be] an ex when you [got] back down.
(Took me a sec to realize “drug” is the hillbilly preterite form of “dragged.” For a moment, I was thinking Bill Cosby thoughts. Do you also use the expression “stood in bed” when you mean “stayed in bed”?)
I guess it depends on the girlfriend. If she’s a climber herself, she’ll be fine when she gets to the top. I remember some of my female students talking about trotting up Bukhansan (local mountain) in record time. That’s a steep incline, too, and the trailhead-to-summit hike times they gave me put me to shame.
What’s left of a tree.
When that thing finally dies, it’d be nice to make a sculpture out of it.
Refreshments at Dynamite Dick’s.
The young guy giving a thumbs-up can’t possibly be a retiree, so what’s his deal?
My route, as seen by Map My Walk
The symbol for Inflatable Island makes it look like a nuclear plant.
The best view from a comfort room in Barretto is at Cheap Charlies.
Really nice shot. You should just tell them you’re moving in, and that this is your new mini-apartment, and anyone wanting to use the facilities may do so only if they pay $20 for Number 1 and $30 for Number Two.
I was walking the beach at Baloy and had to take a leak, so I stopped at Treasure Island.
I’m surprised you didn’t just go to the beach and walk out until you were hip deep in water, then just stand there and let fly. Or is that illegal? How would anyone know?
Just make the breast of the situation.
This is like the beginning of a porn movie. It only gets better from here.
Kev, something about that “drug up the mountain” bothered me, but not enough to be bothered with changing it. I mean, my parents were Southerners, and I lived in Arkansas for a while, so I heard drug used in the context of dragging, but the Cosby-like double entendre is distracting. If I had a do-over, I’d just say, “brought up the mountain.”
Jee Yeun and I used to climb Bukhansan in the good old days. Even nice memories can be sad ones.
I’m not sure what that young guy’s story is. A couple of others knew him by name, but he wasn’t familiar to me.
“The symbol for Inflatable Island makes it look like a nuclear plant.”
Shh! Don’t tell the Chinese! We’ll need that during the coming war.
Like many bar CRs around town, the men’s room in Cheap Charlies doesn’t have a commode. I guess in an emergency, you could try the women’s. Just say you identify as female when defecating.
Well, it’s easier to pee my pants than walk out into the bay with my phone and wallet in my pocket. I am having to piss more frequently lately for some reason. I guess that’s another reason God made trees.
I guess a hard climb is a good extraction method for the shit that accumulates in my lungs. At least it worked yesterday.
That, and a nice, hot, steamy shower. When there’re no brownouts.
I think if you drug your girlfriend up that long climb for a “romantic getaway” here at the “Little Lovers Camp,” she [would likely be] an ex when you [got] back down.
(Took me a sec to realize “drug” is the hillbilly preterite form of “dragged.” For a moment, I was thinking Bill Cosby thoughts. Do you also use the expression “stood in bed” when you mean “stayed in bed”?)
I guess it depends on the girlfriend. If she’s a climber herself, she’ll be fine when she gets to the top. I remember some of my female students talking about trotting up Bukhansan (local mountain) in record time. That’s a steep incline, too, and the trailhead-to-summit hike times they gave me put me to shame.
What’s left of a tree.
When that thing finally dies, it’d be nice to make a sculpture out of it.
Refreshments at Dynamite Dick’s.
The young guy giving a thumbs-up can’t possibly be a retiree, so what’s his deal?
My route, as seen by Map My Walk
The symbol for Inflatable Island makes it look like a nuclear plant.
The best view from a comfort room in Barretto is at Cheap Charlies.
Really nice shot. You should just tell them you’re moving in, and that this is your new mini-apartment, and anyone wanting to use the facilities may do so only if they pay $20 for Number 1 and $30 for Number Two.
I was walking the beach at Baloy and had to take a leak, so I stopped at Treasure Island.
I’m surprised you didn’t just go to the beach and walk out until you were hip deep in water, then just stand there and let fly. Or is that illegal? How would anyone know?
Just make the breast of the situation.
This is like the beginning of a porn movie. It only gets better from here.
Kev, something about that “drug up the mountain” bothered me, but not enough to be bothered with changing it. I mean, my parents were Southerners, and I lived in Arkansas for a while, so I heard drug used in the context of dragging, but the Cosby-like double entendre is distracting. If I had a do-over, I’d just say, “brought up the mountain.”
Jee Yeun and I used to climb Bukhansan in the good old days. Even nice memories can be sad ones.
I’m not sure what that young guy’s story is. A couple of others knew him by name, but he wasn’t familiar to me.
“The symbol for Inflatable Island makes it look like a nuclear plant.”
Shh! Don’t tell the Chinese! We’ll need that during the coming war.
Like many bar CRs around town, the men’s room in Cheap Charlies doesn’t have a commode. I guess in an emergency, you could try the women’s. Just say you identify as female when defecating.
Well, it’s easier to pee my pants than walk out into the bay with my phone and wallet in my pocket. I am having to piss more frequently lately for some reason. I guess that’s another reason God made trees.