I never anticipated that I will be able to
join the Pulag Climb because of schedule conflicts. Well, until it was changed
to November 25-27. I was glorious amidst all the hassles I went through. Yes, I
was literally cramming even on the day of departure. Thankfully, the universe
conspires with my heart’s desire.
I made it 10:55pm to
Victory Liner Pasay and was able to stabilize the panic I have had hours
before. There I met my team, get into our reserved seats and on our way I
was contemplating if the climb was for me, I’ve been into a lot of hassles.
Isn’t that a sign?
BUT on the brighter
side, isn’t all struggles awaits victory and triumph? I will be climbing
Philippines’ third highest mountain, and that alone are all worth it. Just by
thinking that way gets me more excited, and oh, I HAVE BEEN EXCITED ever since
I heard first hand stories of what awaits us in Mt. Pulag. Bragged as the
rooftop and the highest one can get in Luzon at 2922 ASL, Mt. Pulag offers a
magnificent view at the top while one will truly feel enchanted for its fabled
sea of clouds. And right then and there I pictured myself doing a jump shot
above the clouds! Few hours Mt. Pulag, just few more hours…
As we were nearing
Baguio, I get fascinated by the welcoming cold, the alighting sunrise, pine
trees and mountains that are beautifully lighted like a live Christmas tree. I
could only smile and savor the novelty of a good weather for yet another dream
wish list will soon knocked down.
In a little while
our group of thirteen, of which six are couples namely S’ Jim & M’
Lot, S’Leo & M’ Do and Melskie & his wife while Riz, Andrea,
Odhie, Lenzi, MikeA, Jovy and me were the remaining seven, deposited
ourselves in our rented jeepney after we disembarked from the bus. It was more
than five hours before we reached DENR, approximately thirty minutes was spent
in a stopover at a bridge overlooking Ambuklao Dam for picture taking, almost
an hour was spent in a carinderia where we met a flooding number of
mountaineers which put our group in a long queue.
At DENR we were
required to sit for a mini presentation covering crucial reminders on climbing
Mt. Pulag. From do’s and dont’s, present flora and fauna to its legendary tale
as it is claimed as the playground of Gods. We also took our lunch in an
adjacent store after paying the requisite climbing fee of P200 per head.
We then headed to
Badabak Ranger Station. Man, we travelled beside deep ravines and one wrong
move could mean fatal. It was another less than two hours arduous
roller-coaster-ride-like as we get higher. In fact, there’s this moment when I
forgot to hold on to the hand rails and in one quick second I really look so
stupid! It was like I gave myself a free fall, only this time I was in a jeep.
Each bounce just gave the team a boisterous laughter.
We started
trekking around 2:30pm. Did I forget to say that the DENR staff mentioned that
it was raining in the summit? Yes, IT WAS RAINING! I get a bit nervous not
because I can’t climb with such weather, I admit I hate muddy and slippery
trail but more than that because of paranoia, of how negative temperature could
behave? Apparently, the temperature could drop even below subzero. I am not a
person who can’t stand long in such conditions, what if I caught hypothermia?
As we trudged into
the trail, I checked myself from time to time if I was feelin’ different;
paranoid was the word for it. The rain, the overrun trail, dropping temperature
and thinning air just made the executive trail a little difficult. Along the
trail we met our friends, who took the Akiki-Ambangeg trail, with them a story falling
short in reaching the summit because of the weather. According to them, flood
was already evident in the saddle camp, where we plan to stay for the night as
it is just 15 minutes away from the summit. Then it strikes me, will we make it
for the anticipated sea of clouds? BUT they say, the beauty of Mt. Pulag
comes from after a dramatic weather. Yes, I’m still hoping…
How could a good
7.5 kilometers and so doable for over three hours seem twice longer than usual?
It was the longest trek I made in my entire life. At times, I constantly find
myself asking for strength and guidance because each second on the trail seems
eternity. By that time we reached Camp 2, my face and hands were almost numb.
The camp was covered with fog and darkness. There was zero visibility. I waited
for Lenzi to arrive for us to start another challenge. Odd though, I don’t know
how to pitch a tent but tried anyway. One thing was clear that time, if no help
came from S’ Jim and S’ Leo that moment I’d probably fall off in the next
minute.
Nobody from the
team dare go outside, not anyone even mentioned for dinner. Our tent was
moistened every corner. Good thing we have our earth pad and some garbage bag,
it saved us from moist underneath. Before I close my eyes that night I could
only mumble prayers of survival. True enough, in the face of immeasurable odds,
only faith can get you far.
The sea of clouds
was the head turner for me in joining this climb. Obviously, that one and the
dwarf bamboos, the anticipated jump shot above the clouds and the summit are
but a dream still uncrossed in my list. But hey, nothing is comparable for all
is well and managed to brace fierce winds and equally chilling weather the next
morning. And for such, one is imperative: SAFETY should always be the top
priority.
We have a great
time going down Ambangeg. We made ourselves drooling ( oa lang, hahaha ) over with eat-all-you-can pinikpikang manok and savor the goodness of a great meal
we missed at the campsite. Who says we will end the climb without socials?
Right there on the jeep transpired a social bursting with euphoria. Fun, was an
understatement. I was overjoyed with how it was held, how it lifted our
spirits, how it brings a good laugh and content into each faces. How it bridged
for a great bonding and camaraderie. Kudos Sir Jovy!
As for me, with
summit or not, with sea of clouds or not, the climb was no less than a success.
For this climb brings forth a new story (each climb actually), new strength,
new lessons and realizations. Moreover, this climb for all thirteen of us could
perceive each a different story altogether but still it boils down into one
bottom line: we all have new pride
of experiences to share just
the same.
I still am
fervently wishing that sooner the omnipotent GUY through SMB will grant me
again the opportunity to face this majestic mountain, hoping for another
addition to my treasured box of memories. SMB, please make it happen for me?
sometimes things don't go the way we planned it, we often feel bad or feel hurt, but if we looked in the brighter side of it, your were lucky to be there, feel the freezing cold wind and just the thought the you've been in Mt. pulag gives you the right to brag about it, hope bought a shirt that says "i Survive Mt. Pulag" because you did... iba ata tama ng kikiam sa akin, napa english ako.. hehehe!
ReplyDeletecongratz Pulag team, and nice blog arisse, keep it up!
Hahaha, iba nga ang epekto ng kikiam..lol!
ReplyDeleteKiddin' aside, thank you for dropping by, it counts=)
I like this site so much, bookmarked.
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