It was another exciting climb and I never thought this mountain will capture my heart and soul. I was mesmerized. What you will see in this post are mostly pictures because I could not stop myself from capturing scenic views left and right. Oh boy, it felt like I’m in paradise if not, in a different world far from the world I’ve known.
I got invited to an open climb organized by Trail Adventours. This was not a typical climb because the group promised to take us to a nature-culture adventure. We passed 3 villages along the way and spent the night in one of these villages. It allows us to get a glimpse of their culture and their way of life. It was my first time to join their group and I’m thankful because they made it a memorable one. By the way, if you want to join their adventures, you can visit their website at www.trailadventours.com they offer exciting adventures for outdoor enthusiasts like me.
Mount Ugo is my 3rd major climb and I was super duper excited. Most mountaineers say “mahirap makatulog pag may climb” (it’s hard to sleep when there’s a climb), that was the feeling I had the night before the event. Somehow I’m thankful that I was able to get a nap during our trip to Aritao, Nueva Vizcaya before we boarded a jeepney going to Kayapa town where the jump off is located.
The first 2 hours of the trek were considered the toughest part of the day. You should know that I really hate walking or passing concretes during climbs. I find it so exhausting and scary because of my previous experience. I don’t know. You may find it weird but to make the statement short, I don’t like the idea of walking on a concrete trail specially if its steep which by the way happened be on this climb. This may contradict my statement above but to be blunt about it, the first hour was like hell. We were climbing a concrete stairs! You would understand the discomfort I was experiencing-all the sweat pouring in my body, feeling dizzy under the heat of the sun, and difficulty in breathing-that sums up all the distress I had during that time. But God was with me. He never let that experience ruin the totality of the adventure. For some reason all my worries shifted when I started appreciating the sights along the trail. That was His way! Then I was no longer feeling anxious. The meadows of green grass, the pungent scent of pine from the forest that carries the breeze from time to time and interesting chats from my climb mates made me more calm. Anyhow, they did not notice that I was struggling at the early hour of the trek hehe.
We arrived in Indupit village and had our one hour break for lunch, siesta and water refill. The village was kinda creepy. No locals were roaming outside their homes. The silence was deafening though it was perfect for our relaxation but still I was hoping to meet and greet the locals in that village. There were few locals who pass by carrying tons of supplies they bought from the lowland. It would take six hours of walking before they get to their village. They are used to it because there’s no means of transportation in their area. They endure such hardship to bring food to their tables. But despite their sacrifices, they are happy and seem contented.
Our next destination was Domolpos village where we stayed the night in their elementary school. The locals there are very hospitable, in fact when we arrived in their village, the rain was pouring hard and some of the villagers offered us to stay in their homes to protect us from getting soaked. They were very appreciative with our presence. The preacher in the community offered us to stay in his place for dinner which we totally enjoyed. After I finished my meals I called it a day and bid good night to everyone. Our organizer invited us to join the graduation ceremony apparently some of us were tired and sleepy and was not able to manage to attend.
Summit and Beyond
A group of strangers with different nationalities participated on this epic or I’d rather call it my epic climb. Let me tell you why it’s epic
1. Mt ugo marks as my 10th mountain and 3rd major climb.
2. My first time to do a traverse and
3. Longest trail ever survived.
For me it’s an accomplishment because not all people have the chance to appreciate the beauty of our mountains. Mountains are my best friends, they listen and they respond. They inspire and make you humble. I guess that’s their message to the human race. We depend on them, we survive with them and now that their environment is being threatened, who else should stand for them? We should join together in protecting and saving our mountains.