She arrived. She positioned her backpack beside her. It was almost as tall as her and perhaps as heavy. This would be our second climb together, and somehow, I expected her bag would be as interesting as the one she brought to Kan-Irag. About 30 meters from the jump-off, her nostrils flared from exhaustion. We all panted, but her huffs were more audible. Always, the start is the most arduous. “Pwede mag-weight distribution ta? (Can we have a weight distribution?),” I suggested. There were six of us: two of us were women, three men, and one young capable guide. Obliged […]
Kan-irag Falls | Budlaan, Talamban, Cebu City, Philippines “Nangatol na akong tiil, Jon. Una lang ta nila na?” “Err. But I already forgot the trail, Ton,” I admitted. My last trek from Kan-irag Falls to Mt. Kan-irag was last August. The trail was vague in my memory. But the idea of trekking with trails half-remembered appealed to me. I said yes.
Since those who reached the top first had to wait for us. Because the anatomy of the ranges suffused with the morning silence was too beautiful to ignore. PHOTO ESSAY Trekking teaches us the beauty of waiting. The silence of the rays caressing the body of the mountain reminds me of love. Perhaps the gods are here playing unseen. Mountains are women. Sexy. Curvaceous. Mt. Pulag, Benguet, Philippines *** Part of Weekly Photo Challenge