Rawhide, of course. (There’s a method to my madness; wait for it.)
Shall we start with some photos from the Wednesday Walkers trek? Alright, here you go:
Behind that green wall is the construction site for what will be Barretto’s newest culinary experience. Yes, McDonald’s is finally coming to town!We had seven walkers show up (Jim couldn’t be fucked with getting in the shot, and Scott took the photo)Off we go into Alta VistaThe shortcut to Shenandoah BendHeading out of the ‘hoodMarching along the My Bitch trailThose clothes ain’t gonna wash themselves!A brief rest stop at Four CornersThe Easter Mountain viewA cookie delivery at Onelia’s mountain hideaway.Beginning the downward portion of our journeyI’ve seen worse. Much worse!On the outskirts of a villageDown we go…You got this in the bag, Scott.Like a walk in the parkEvidence that the wheel was indeed invented in the Philippines.On the road againCreeksidelivingStrolling through the backstreets of BarrettoShort and sweet (around 5K), just the way I like it!
A shower, a nap, and a blog post filled the afternoon hours. Thanks again for those comments with words of wisdom and advice. The jokes were good, too!
Before heading out for the Hideaway feeding, I fed myself. The pork chops (cooked in the crockpot with cream of mushroom soup) came out tender and tasty. I took a couple of servings along with me for Joy and the girls to sample; they all seemed to like them, too. I know it ain’t pretty, but looks can be deceiving.
The vendor lady I’d been buying meals from on Wednesday wasn’t available, so the girls ordered some food from a local Korean eatery.
They deliver for a 30 peso fee, which is fair, I suppose. The food cost 1800 pesos versus the 1000 I normally spend on the vendor lady.The hungry faces of anticipation.Don’t ask me. It looks like rice with some Korean sides, but the girls seemed to enjoy it. Something different for a change.Joy with chopsticks is a first.
I had a pleasant visit in Hideaway. I took over the DJ duties and played some shit no one there had heard before. The kind of music my daddy listened to when I was a boy. Like the Frankie Laine classic “Rawhide.” And there you have the big reveal of why I came up with the convoluted post title referencing uncooked meat. I was surprised to find a post from 2009 titled Rawhide, so I had to get creative for this one.
My view as I walked up the highway after my departure from Hideaway.
Of course, I wasn’t done yet. I’ve got SOB coupons to expend, and I decided to put that 1500 peso voucher to work for me. Woohoo! Free beer. I started in Alaska and had three there (and two lady drinks). Then, I moved next door to Wet Spot and used the voucher for two additional beers. The coupon is only good for customer drinks, so I was out of pocket for the drinks I bought Aine, my waitress, and the bartender. Manager Brett comped me a beer, and so did owner Dave. That provided me the satisfactory level of inebriation I require of myself, so I called it a night and triked on home.
Six hundred pesos spent, 900 more to go. Looks like I’ve got my work cut out for me tonight!
