I thought that after a couple of months (just two, actually) of staying put and keeping silent, I should get back to this piece of space and write once again. The problem is not the absence of a muse–it’s more like a serious accrual of personal blunders that just cut off the drive to write.
Anyway, to those interested: letting you know that my BMC training (yes, I’m doing it only now) and application to a local mountaineering org now bars me from doing my solo climbs for as long as four months. On the flipside, I get to do a number of training climbs with a fairly big group (this is completely outside of my comfort zone, by the way, because I like being self-contained). Maybe, just maybe, I can write about those.
Before this restriction was put in place, however, I was still able to do a quick trip to Rizal, to a small mountain called Batolusong. It was the first time I commuted (took a jeepney) to the jump-off and boy it was fun. This post serves as my photo dump.
Did I ever mention that I have a love-hate relationship with open trails? I’m a complete sucker for panoramas, but the obvious trade-off is the excessive heat–my poor sun-smacked skin can only take so much.
This hike was great to say the least, from the weather to the availability of trail-side buko juice, to the ground that wasn’t hard on the knees. I needed this so bad. For two months I didn’t see that much greenery and a good amount of super nega-vibes almost came close to choking me to death. This was freaking redemption!
When I started the year, I said wanted to do a total of 12 summits, one each month. But it’s already mid-June and I am nowhere near half. Maybe I’ll have to scale that goal down, because as you know, adulting is and would always be the biggest villain of your life.