Maybe this is what growing apart does to us. It makes us discover things beyond horizons that we exist in. It allows us to focus on other matters. It helps us dissect through the many challenges that come upon our lives and see through the many decisions – and indecisions – that we have to make.
We are the results of the many circumstances that happen to us.
Though seemingly terrifying like of the Battle of Thermopylae, according to some outdoor enthusiasts, Spartan Trail got nothing to do with such bloody war led by King Leonidas. Rather, it got its name from an outdoor group that bushwhacked the trail from Banawa to Pamutan in the early hiking days.
I’m a hopeless case when it comes to raffles. Never had I won any major price in my entire life. This is the reason why I don’t usually join social media contests nor drop […]
The more you experience the outdoors, the more you’ll crave for more – more challenges, more adventure. As if long dayhikes are not enough, Epifanio came up with another crazy idea over the weekday: to hike at night our beloved Spartan Trail. Though I have been familiar with such trail and have experience three days of total darkness inside the country’s largest caving system, just the thought of the trail’s eeriness made me feel hesitant. Imagine, the canopied trails and river system already seemed disturbing at daytime, how much more at night? But well, wild hearts are difficult to tame.
Each one of us is carrying our own crosses. And while most people take pride on romanticizing their difficulties, there are those who work quietly to help others lessen their burdens while at the same […]
Traveling has created among us the restless urgency to move. While going on adventures requires motion, I have lately realized how keeping still is as equally important on this journey. For some reasons, there is […]
January. February. March. April. May. June. July. August. September. Whew, we’re now down to the ninth moth of the year and in a few ticks, we’d be bidding goodbye to another year full of adventure […]
I’m so in love with apples that I ended up planting its seeds when I was young. I did all means taught by my teacher in order for it to grow fast and bear fruits. […]
I used to despise Sundays when I was younger. To me, it was equivalent to doomsday. Back then, the only thing I feared, aside from being whacked by a brook stick (or hanger), was to […]
If you were to ask me about the first mountain I have climbed, brace yourself for a long and detailed tale of a gutsy decision and misadventure. It’s difficult to forget a first time – […]
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