What’s not to like about hiking in the rain? The muddy trail is more difficult to tackle, true, but the soft squishy sound it makes under my feet reminds me of playtime in the mud during my childhood days.
My first hike, regrets, and Mts. Fato and Kupapey
They say memories fade as you grow older, but certain good memories remain forever. I think this one will last.
Mt. Batolusong in God’s perfect time
I would have stopped and turned back like the other hikers, but I was filled with the spirit and a mindset that there was a reason why God chose this day to make me experience Mt. Batolusong.
Conquering myself in Mt. Daraitan
One of the lessons I’ve learned from my hikes was that time and distance are relative to a hiker’s pace. Therefore, mountain hiking is NEVER a race.
Reflections from Mt. Pico de Loro
We may become friends eventually, or maybe not.
beingKirei 