When I graduated College, my best
friend asked me to join him and his mountaineer group to climb mountain, it has
become his passion since then, but I chose not to accept the invitation for
personal reasons.
Last month, my cousin Doinkz,
invited me for a climb, her happy stories of the pictures taken
from the mountain she had climb convinced me to take the challenge. Yes, it was
actually a challenge since am not in a good physical condition climbing mountains;
I have bone and joint problems.
The day was all set, we were her
guests, she asked help from her friend Sir Jot to guide us and assist us since
the trail is quite difficult. Along with my sister’s friends we all ready to climb.
night trek with the KAMPAY (L-R) Me,Sir Erwin,Sir Jot,Sir Marco |
D-day comes, there were mixed
emotions, the excitement thrilled me, but the fear that my joints and muscles
may hinder me along the way makes me worried. It was a night trek, I am also
worrying about my vision, but nonetheless, it was a challenge that I have to
face.
Sir Jot came along with his two
friends from KAMPAY Mountaineering Group. Sir Marco, who lead the trail, Sir
Erwin, “my friendship” who makes the difficult trail a lot easy and enjoyable with
his funny lines and exceptional humor, and of course, Sir Jot as our guide and
leader of the trail whom we owe a lot for helping us all throughout the hike,
for his patience and accommodation. Not to mention Sir Toots and Sir Darwin for
saving us a nice campsite and food! Hehehe..
As we started the climb, the
trail really is not easy, in fact, it is difficult. The rocks, the stiff and
narrow pathways, huge rock formations to pass by, it was a whole lot new slice
of life for me. But along the way, I was wondering, why people keep on climbing
and struggling to reach the mountain top when in fact, climbing the mountain is
really a tough activity?
Every time, Sir Marco shouts for break,
I can see relief from my fellow beginners, it was also a relief for me. After
almost two hours of climb, we have successfully reached the campsite. From there..a smile came across my face, seeing the many faces of the mountaineers
answered my mind bugging question.
After having a quick dinner, most
of us were set to take a rest, while KAMPAY and my cuz Doinks were in the circle
for their “social”.
Cousins (L-R) Me,Doinkz,Khendz,Lhai(my younger sister) |
Early morning, fog and humidity
wakes us up. It was not a chilling point but the wind was just enough to wake
up my senses. As I go outside the tent, I am ready to scroll and read the
answers to my perplexity..
The Rockies Peak is not that far
from our campsite, but before heading on to that, I have managed to scroll down
faces of answers..The Mountain has many Secrets..
There was a man in his middle
age, set his tent not quiet far from us, he was alone. He stood beside his tent
with his eyes straight on the plants nearby; his eyes can’t hide the loneliness.
Seeing me staring at him, he immediately got up and made a gesture while
greeting us “Good Morning Ma’am”, but it was not a genuine smile, it was a
mask. The man has a burden, he was there to share with the mountain all his
fears and thoughts inside.
I glided to return back to camp
since they were planning to reach the Rockies Peak, but along the way, I saw
group of friends, enjoying their camp, having their breakfast together,
chatting and joking around about themselves, I wonder if these people were
having breakfast with their families happily every day?
Ooops, Did I see a couple inside
a tent? I wonder how long will the relationships last? Or is it because of the
Mountain that keeps them going stronger and being in love to each other?
Heading to the Rockies Peak everyone
is excited to see the beauty of the mountain peak, the end of a thrilling
journey and a rewarding view on top of the mountain. But hey! Am I sensing a
broken heart from our group? nah!
I was stunned for a while, if
only the mountain can speak…
Wow! Magnificent! God is really
good! … I can only but utter that admiration to the beauty of the mountain
peak.
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