Maneuvering along on a narrow rocky road, like a country cowboy, this I remember, I switch off the engine of my utility vehicle when I spot this man walking towards us. A then asks, for a way and behind am my friends this is what I see in my mind's eye, I'm in a tangled state.
It was 5 a.m., breath-taking for we will be heading at last to the highland that I cherish of its magnificent beauty from the movie Jurassic, searching this on YouTube: Mt Pico, Vitali District, Zamboanga City, resulted, none has documented it, and so I personally need to do some, for my memoirs and for the others references since, vlogging is my passion.
Thirty meters away, a stranger is heading towards us on foot. So, I halt at the right of him and ask about Mt PICO. Worthy, at least we chat or else I'm already proceeding in the wrong direction. Afterward, I maneuvered backward my steering wheel to go into the adjacent route. Unnoticed, the limbic part of my brain generates that familiar vision and pushes it through the cortical path until it brings to mind, that it was in my dream, just a few meters away from that stranger. No wonder dreams are premonitions, exactly, we are meant to be here.
It was a perfect day; the whole shebang happens at the right time and in the right place. Also, when a group of local young stallion sees us, they also eagerly followed.
Longsighted Mount Pico as if, it’s simple for me to climb. Its appearances look like more of a fin of a sawfish rather than a beak (Pico) of the birds as the native name it. As we draw closer, things look contrarily. Instead, of getting nearer it comes out the opposite. However, the aromas of the woods and grasses are becoming tougher as it persuaded me to shift my devotion to my juvenile life playing in tall grasses by constructing a military camp and sometimes trying to role-play the life of a caveman, and for that, it lessens my angst.
The hums of the crickets are rejoicing than we move forward while the ground that we stood walking abruptly ascends. Distinct, this is not an analogous experience that I personally have undergone in my earlier mountain trek. Indeed, this is the more challenging solitary. Anyway, the excitement and thrill as we headed further it feels me more of a teen spirit maybe this is the result that I feed myself often with a natural/organic lifestyle.
Advancing further, we are astonished seeing the stone wall stiffness vary between 80 and 85 degrees elevation as well as approximately 700 meters high by 100 meters wide. The worse both sides of it are already 90 to 95 degrees elevated. Bare as it is; no ropes, no headgear, empty water bottle plus no chocolate, I almost wanted to scream back at the base.
However, I have no choice instead “Just do it!” as the tag written on my mountain shoes caught me in the eye.
Reaching at the high around 500 meters we traverse using only the tip of our foot in sideways walking while our hands are clutch tightly to the mounded rock where we hinge on half of our strength in our hands and the other half is in our foot included FOCUS. It’s a matter of life and death. Facing the rock we opt not to turn our back or else we might faint seeing the heaven that awaits our unfulfilled soul.
Three to five hours of a stumbling block of rock climbing we have reached the vertex of the parabolic summit. Standing at the big stone feeling the wind blows is akin to the song passage:
Oh, I feel like no-one ever told the truth to me
About growing up and what a struggle it would be
In my tangled state of mind
I've been looking back to find
Where I went wrong
From the Queen – Too Much Love Will Kill You. This passage sheds light on me the truth of life is always with a struggle. Without the 360 degrees epitome, you won’t understand your purpose!
