Walk and roll

The Friday morning group hike turned out to be the highlight of my day. I didn’t play in the dart tournament because one of my darts is still being repaired. That left the third aspect of my life–drinking beer. The problem with that is that I haven’t been able to reacclimate myself to enjoying the meaninglessness of the bar scene. Yeah, I know, give it time.

The truth of the matter is that I feel myself sliding into the black hole of depression. I’ve been there before and I’m confident I’ll be able to claw my way back out, but damn, losing at love again has just turned my world upside down. I don’t know what to do next, especially when the things I used to do have lost much of their appeal. Maybe that will change with time.

It probably doesn’t help that I’ve not been feeling well physically either. Stomach is not right and I’m just generally out of sorts. I tried to walk this morning and aborted the effort before I got out of the neighborhood. Just been lazing around the house ever since thinking about things that are better left unsaid. I hope I feel better soon.

Sorry for this downer of a post. But at least I have some pictures of the hike to share.

Our Friday group. I led the trail since no one else wanted to. One good climb on a seldom-used path, then we circled back to Barretto.
It looked like this from a Google-eye perspective.
Leaving Alta Vista…
The old dirt road.
Making our way up.
A brief rest near the top…
Mountain life with a view.
Beauty lies where you find it.
The second half of the hike begins.
Through the grass.
And through the woods.
My neighbor Helen waits.
Above Barretto.
Coming down into town.

You can Relive the hike here if you want.

That’s it for today. It’s bound to be better soon.

2 thoughts on “Walk and roll

  1. I can see why the hike was the highlight of your day. Seems almost impossible to have a boring walk where you live.

    As for depression—well, I’m confident you’ll fight your way through it. As you said, you’ve done it before.

    Not sure what’s going on medically, although as I near my mid-50s, I can sense that life for us older folks becomes more and more about patching up this or that problem as it arises, like dealing with a boat that keeps springing more and more leaks. But that’s life, and you use the boat you’re given.

    Maybe plan a long, multi-day walk to a far-off town along safe routes if that’s at all possible. Find a buddy who might want to join you on such an adventure. There have to be “hiking the Philippines” manuals out there in bookstores or online.

    Stay sane, hone your character-judgment skills when it comes to women, and keep on walking. I find that continuing to walk can solve a lot of problems both physical and mental/emotional.

  2. Yeah, my walking has cured worse ills than whatever this is. The age thing did cross my mind too. Nothing I can do about that but hope for more age to come!

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