When is a trail not a trail?

How about when it is marked so poorly no one can follow it? I honestly don’t get why a Hare can’t be bothered to leave some powder and/or chalk marks at regular intervals along the chosen path. Certainly as a minimum, there ought to be clear indications of the intended directions at every junction and turning point. Yesterday’s trail, and I’m using that term loosely, was barely marked at all, which resulted in lots of missed opportunities. Hell, even us short-cutters couldn’t find the trail as intended, so we had no idea what we were unintentionally missing. Very disappointing and unnecessary.

Still managed about 7.5K on the afternoon, which was enough to wear me out. Next week is the Easter mountain climb and I’m honestly wondering if I have the strength and stamina necessary for that hike. As of now, my intention is to give it a go, I just hope I’m feeling more energetic by then. It was announced during the Hash circle last night that one of our members, Cum On My Boat, is potentially suffering from a COVID-related illness and has self-quarantined. She was one of the people I shared a vehicle to and from Angeles City a couple of weeks ago. And now she’s the second passenger in that car to fall ill, not including me. She actually didn’t start feeling any symptoms until Friday, the day after the birthday I also attended along with 50 or so other guests. That’s gonna be one hell of a contact tracing effort! Anyway, I’m still not reading much into this and I still don’t see any reason to believe I’ve got something more serious than a flu-like bug. It’s just all a little closer to home than I prefer.

To the Hash pictures then:

This trail seems to be marked much better than the one we had to try and follow.
Our “sane” Hash group continues to grow each week.
On-On! It was mostly an urban trail. One moderate climb (we intentionally missed another) and then finding our own way down because the trail was so poorly marked.
Rollin’ on up…
The climb begins.
Playing catch up…
Resting near the top.
Back on the streets of San Isidro…
Are we there yet?
“Jesus can’t go Hashing ’cause He’s hanging on a cross…” is an actual Hash song lyric. Yeah, we’re gonna burn in Hell for sure…
Move those asses, ladies!
I’ve got some cookies in my bag. And I did ask mama first!
Our canine Hasher “Doggy Style”.
Our first time at this On-Home venue, Smokes and Bottles. They seemed very happy to have us there.
The Gash always seem to have fun wherever we are.
A belated Happy Birthday, Hash-style…
Congrats to Anal Intruder on the occasion of her 69th run with Subic Bay Hash.

Anyway, I bitch and moan like the cantankerous old fuck that I am. The trail sucked yesterday, but I was outdoors in the fresh air and I still managed to enjoy myself. Of course, lots of beers afterward in a very nice establishment made forgetting the negatives all the easier.

I had an encounter with Joy this afternoon, and I’ll tell you about that tomorrow.

Stay tuned!

4 thoughts on “When is a trail not a trail?

  1. From Kevin Kim:

    Smokes and Bottles has an almost American-style chintziness about it, like those corny, tiki-themed, faux-Polynesian-style bars you can find in DC and other major cities. But everyone looked happy, so there’s that.

    Easiest way to self-check for infection is to wait until the two-week mark after your encounter with the infected person. If, at that point, you’re showing symptoms, then there’s a problem (duh). If there are no symptoms, then it’s likely (but not absolutely certain) that there’s no problem. Wait another week to be sure.

  2. Hope the comments issue is resolved soon.

    Well, Smokes and Bottles isn’t chintzy for this area; in fact, it’s practically classy! A nice change of pace though for sure.

    Yesterday my driver sent a replacement to pick me up for the weekly grocery shopping run. I assumed he had a conflicting gig. Nope, turns out he is sick now too. It seems we did bring SOMETHING back from Angeles City…

  3. Sorry to hear about your ailments. Looks like y’all are in denial as it is quite likely that you have contracted the dreaded covid. But then again, we all know that the survival rate is quite high. One may just have to start worrying about spreading it to those whose lungs are already in dire straits. Didn’t you have some difficulty with your lungs and breathing a while back? Perhaps a safer approach may work for you. Rest up for the week as Kevin suggested. Going for a check-up may confirm your worst fears and send you on a somber downward spiral just at the time when you need to be chipper and full of optimism. It’s a tough act to balance, a restful cheerful laze around in the sunshine could be just what the doctor ordered. But then again, you’re keen to be out and about spreading good cheer

  4. Thanks for the comment, Benny. No, I’m quite certain that whatever ails me is not COVID–the symptoms just don’t align. I don’t trust the doctors here enough to give me an accurate diagnosis, so I’m pretty much on my own in that regard. Anyway, the biggest issues are a lack of stamina and the cough. My damaged lungs have more phlegm and mucus than usual. This too shall pass.

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