They say damage matures us and not the years, but wonder could always restore our innocence even for a fleeting moment. And on that day of February 2014, we were kids – frolicking at the Playground of the Gods, at Mt. Pulag.
Witnessing the infamous sea of clouds at sunrise was the culmination of a year-long planning, daydreaming, and anticipation for our little group this time composed of –
Arvin James De Guzman “The Photographer” (Prime / Runner-Up)
Kemaine Lee “Dudung” Lara (Planet)
Ann Kristine “Ninja Turtle” Degullado (Prime / Runner-Up)
Janine Kaira Dela Rosa “pato” (Prime / Duck-Duo)
Val Douglas “Doggie” Castaneda
Tiano “the ultimate chickboy” Mortenca (Planet)
Chelza “wowlegs” Sipin (Prime / Duck-Duo)
Noel “Asassin” Lisnang (Prime)
Paula “Beki” Galanido Tan (Prime) –and-
Angelo Carlo “Master Climber” Sison (Runner-Up)
Still officially the second highest peak of the Philippines and the highest of Luzon at Kabayan Benguet, towering over 2922 meters above sea level, we ventured through the Akiki Trail also dubbed as Akiller Trail known for its steep climb.
For quite a while this group has been braving peaks and hearing about how magnificent the view from above is. Truly how can you not be mesmerized by the sheer panoramic beauty of what we’ve witnessed? Words will never suffice to describe the wonder that was on that day, it surely was a sight to be seen for yourself.
Of course, the rewards are not without its share of hardships and sacrifices, armed with the reckless abandon that if we are to experience Pulag, we should at least go and earn it all out – hence the Akiller Trail, we trekked for around 3 hours until we reached Eddet River.
From there, comes the most grueling part of the climb, an intense hike of around 6 Hours to Marlboro Country through an unforgiving trail where we would camp out for the night.
Day 2 was marked by a slight drizzle that turned into a full-blown hurricane (i think) as we passed the mossy forest and into the grasslands.
At around 2 pm of our 2nd day, most of us have reached the saddle camp where we are to set-up for the rest of the day. Yes, the temperature was indeed super cold, especially if you’re dripping wet. And yes, the socials were a bit cramped, and yes the sleep was uncomfortable and lacking, and yes our legs were tired but all of those were forgotten the moment we geared up towards the summit.
Among our fellow climbers we were witnesses to the majesties that this experience has brought us. Bonded with the same goal, and well by the Drinks from the previous night, our group managed to pull-off quite a feat. Of Course Pictures were taken, jump shots were made, and goofing off was a staple.
And indeed for a few hours that day, we’ve forgotten all our worries and soaked in the moment where we were once again filled with awe, akin to child who has yet to lose his sense of wonder.
Sure, one day, our backs will give-out, our knees will grow weak, and our eyes will go bad, but how many people could claim that they’ve had quite the adventure. And regardless of where we end up in this uncertain life, we could always look back on that day where but for a few hours, we were kids again and the world was ours.
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