I still haven’t gotten around to writing a full account of our Kanlaon climb last December. But I was feeling nostalgic today. I browsed through our photos and remembered how truly beautiful this mountain is and how fun/weird/painful/incredible that climb was.
This post also goes out to Dave, one of our team members in Kanlaon, who will be leaving for the Middle East this weekend. He was supposed to go with us on a major climb later this month but his flight was scheduled earlier than expected so he was whining about not having a farewell climb.
I know this doesn’t make up for missing out on an epic climb right before taking a long break from mountaineering but hey, reaching Visayas’ highest peak isn’t such a bad way to go. We’ll have a kickass welcome climb for you when you get back. For now, let’s gawk at Niel’s breathtaking photos and remember how we gave Kuya Islaw (our overprotective guide) a big headache.
All photos are courtesy of Niel Jarina, our amazing resident photographer.
Food prep at our guide’s house on the eve of the climb.
The greatest mystery on this climb: how Ed, who was in charge of buying our food supply, ended up with a set of screws but didn’t get any pepper. No wonder our adobo tasted funky.
Start of the trek.
View on the open trail.
Rest stop for photo ops.
Lunch break. Someone was snoring. (It wasn’t me, honest.)
Dave’s spacious Marmot tent, sold and now belonging to someone else. Byebye, tent.
Packing up on the third day.
Niel in Margaha Valley.
Start of summit assault.
Still on the summit assault.
Trajan and the sea of clouds on the saddle camp, about 15 minutes from the summit.
Mike and the summit.
Group photo on the summit.
Goofing off on the summit.
We were all trying to catch a glimpse of the crater while our guides, the two worried-looking people on the right, were pulling us back.
Dave modeling a Snickers bar.
Kuya Islaw, Dave, Ed and Trajan the birthday boy.
Group photo with the majestic Mt. Kanlaon.
Post-climb dinner at Joring’s Café in Kanlaon City. They have great food, delicious hot chocolate and mouth-watering lechon manok.
With Manang Joring, the kind and generous owner of Joring’s Café, and her daughter. She was very fond of our lively group and gave us free tablea packs, puto (rice cake) and bread as pabaon. Thank you, Manang Joring!
Until we meet again, Kanlaon. You are beautiful.