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Sunday, December 13, 2015

Mt. Pulag Summit and Its Panoramic Slopes

Straddling the top of Luzon, I hunched a shoulder against the cool breeze, stared in awe at the vastness of what seemed like a well-maintained grassland, and see to it to capture memories through photographs, in hope to provide a valuable record of how special such place is. I have been fantasizing about that moment, and the release of emotion that would accompany it, for many months. And right then when I was finally there, actually standing on the summit of Mt. Pulag, all the struggle from that long shivery night just faded away. The view up there on top was a beauty of truly monumental proportions. At that moment, I could safely and selfishly say that nothing could come between me and those seas of clouds cascading over the hills.  

But all good things must eventually come to an end. The sun’s brightly shining already, so we began to finally descend.