The Power of the Mountain

I'm still a newbie to Philippine Outdoors. A backpacker who wants to stroll around nearby provinces to get wet and muddy.

 

There's a debate on what term to use for fanatics like us. Is it mountaineer, trekker, backpacker or climber? For me, I don't care.

What ever term you use to name me, I just want to be known as disciplined outdoors man.

On my previous trips, I encounter drunk campers shouting, having quarrels and even having a fist fight while having socials after a heated argument on certain topics. When the sun rises, bottles of hard liquors is scattered all around the camp. Seems that that they brought the bar to the campsite.

 

What does the HOBBY taught me? Appreciation of nature, people and friendship. Specially when you reach the top, seeing the things around created by a divine master.

On my first climb, I realized that the mountains can heal or tear a heart. I've seen heartbreak. I've known love stories bounded and sewn by the mountains. While on trail, I pick-up the broken me unknowingly. I just knew it when I got back to the city jungle. The hobby taught me to reduce trash literally and mentally.

The cold streams on trail washes away the hurt and tears that eventually healed the wounds of a lost angel. Wounded by his desire to change and try a different trail knowing that he's not equipped to surpass the assault.

You could clearly see the true image of a good samaritan. True friendship. Love. Faith. Courage.

So whenever I may, I carry my pack and explore.