While writing the adventure in Mt. Mandalagan, I realized that 2 of the mountains were trekked twice. Talinis in 2012 and then last Feb. Canlaon was last 2015 and then 2012. If it was just me, I wouldn’t want to go back. Once is enough and there’s still a lot of mountains to go so I’d want every major climbs to be different. But after 2 double takes, I realized that trekking a mountain twice is not all that bad.
Reasons Why You Should Re-Trek
Every trekking experience is different. No trek is ever the same.
You have the avenue to connect to more trekking friends.
You will be be able to check whether age has made you better in trekking or not.
Chance to experience a different trail and/or different weather conditions.
Trekking is not about how many peaks you’ve been to. It is about the experiences that you have accumulated in the journey.
The 2nd trek can be less strenuous because you now have a rough estimate of the distances.
The more major treks you have regardless of the location are training ground for a bigger goal – say Guiting-Guiting or Mantalingajan or maybe, Everest. The more you do long distance and multi-day trek, the more you are equipped for more difficult trails.
That’s our 7 reasons why we re-trek. How about you? Do you want to re-trek? What are your reasons for re-trekking or not? Let us know of your re-trekking experience too in the comment below. 🙂
It was our 2nd attempt to conquer Canlaon in the same trail. Started at Mapot, exit at Mananawin. The first was almost 3 years ago in September 2012. Climbing a mountain and not being able to reached its peak is sort of an unaccomplished feat for a mountaineer but is sorely understood. Regretful and sad but who could battle Mother Nature when it’s angry.
3 years ago, with a heavy heart & a much heavier body because we’re wet and cold, we left Canlaon’s shoulder in a haze. The winds were strong. It was drizzling. The fog covered everything. It was pitch whiteness everywhere. Neither of us knew then that we were walking down a very steep slope, a fact just confirmed since it was a clear day when we left Canlaon this year, a stark contrast from 3 years back.
Note that our first climb was in September, a rainy season & this year was in February. It might really be best to climb Canlaon in Summer since it’s less likely to rain.
Compared to the first, this climb was a breeze. Somehow it’s not as battering. Must be because I have aged & accumulated trekking experiences over the years? Lol Kidding aside, I was really in high spirits all throughout. Could be attributed to having a camera as well, haha. Last time we have none since I lost it in Taal. Being unable to capture what I see is most heartbreaking. Whenever a trek has been decided, I always make it a point to research about it. And I always end up reading those with many pictures & an overly detailed story of the climb (found none for Alto Peak yet, waaaaa! makes me anxious!). Being true to my motto “Give what you want to receive”, I make it an extra effort to give everything I’ve got as well. 😀
Note this is the summary post of the climb, Day 1 is done, Day 2 and Day 3 is still in progress.
Foggy Moments on the way to Shoulder Camp (Night 2)
It was all excitement when we reached Makawiwili Peak. From the blogs that I’ve read, that part has some cool views of the great Canlaon which is unfortunately unseen on our previous attempt. This time, we were very happy to have been given a slight clearing. I thought that was enough. But human as we are, I wanted MORE!
Like the first, I could only see an outline of the great Canlaon. It was still very foggy when we arrive in the shoulder camp. When I slept that night, I prayed that we would have a clearing* the day after. I was in for a little heartbreak but not for very long.
It was the same whiteness in the morning of our 3rd day. Good thing that in spite of that, the sunrise is just as beautiful, painting the view in its orangey glow, like a ball of fire in a sea of clouds. In my mind, oh well, at least I saw the mighty sun this time and had a peek of the peak at Makawiwili. It’s already a better experience than the first.
When everyone woke up, they talked about how the waters broke into their tents and all. I was just listening and feeling very lucky ’cause Liz & I were spared. Then a thought came, it wasn’t luck, my prayer was answered in a different way, it said. I shrugged, oh well. There is always a 3rd time. But after the commotion die down, they told us to get ready for the summit. I was hesitant. Are we really safe in that fog?
The Climb to the Peak
30 minutes ascent, the guide told me when asked about how much time it would take to reach the peak. The path was laden with loose rocks in an about 30 degree angle. Since it is still foggy, I could only make out a few of what was in my surrounding. But of course who would miss the cairns (pile of rocks). When we reached the top, the prayed clearing* is still unheard. But we were patient & maybe, also hoping that the gods would answer our silent prayer…clearing please.
While waiting for the fog to clear, we busied ourselves. I had a slight inkling that it was maybe just it. But the other part of me was hoping & continued praying. Please. Please. Pleaseeeeeeee. I couldn’t remember the exact time or for how long did we wait. All I remember is the happiness when the great Canlaon finally showed itself. It was amazing and euphoric.
Because of our delight and fear that the mighty Canlaon would shy away again, we just each took our time to do things on our own. We totally forgot to have a group picture. LOL
Back to the Camp
After a slight taste of clearing, the fogs were back. We walked down in the same pitch whiteness. Breakfast was ready when we arrived. All thanks to our very nice porter & guide. Weeeeeee! While we are busy eating…my fervent prayers were answered. Lo and behold! The fogs left and I could see everything CLEARLY. Finally a 360 degree view of Canlaon’s beauty. It was such a wow moment.
And then it was time to go. Unlike last time, we didn’t left with a heavy heart. We left with a smile on our face and a gratefulness in our hearts. Finally, we have conquered Canlaon. Yayyyyyyyyyyyy!
*clearing – term used to describe that instant where we could see & marvel the beauty of Canlaon, in short, the fog would disappear.
We plan to met at North Bus Terminal before 4 AM. But the Migo&I was 30 minutes late. Instead of riding the bus bound to Canlaon directly, which was already so full when we arrived, the group decided to abandon the bus & proceed to Citilink, where we rode a V-hire to Toledo to catch the 0730 ferry for San Carlos City.
We had an Economy(sitting) ticket but we lacked sleep so we opt to go to the Standard(lying) floor where we could lay, hoping no one would claim the bed we took.
By 0930, we arrived at San Carlos City Terminal, had breakfast then took a bus bound to Canlaon City.
At 1130, we arrived in Canlaon City Bus Terminal where we are welcomed by Kuya Islaw, our porter last 2012, now our guide. He led us to Sir Jigz place, our guide before, now one of the focal person for Canlaon treks. We weren’t the only group in Sir Jigz’s place, we saw other mountaineer friends from Cebu as well. After some chitchat, signing in the log book and of course, picture-taking, we were off to the entry point Brgy. Mapot. Since it was still too early to head for the base camp, we visited Sudlon Falls first.
At 2:45 in the afternoon, we started the trek to the base camp. Unlike last time, the uphill climb was bearable. The combined walk and some stops together took an hour and 15 minutes. By 4:00 PM, we were ready to camp for the night.
After a yummy dinner of boiled pork and dried fish, we played our favorite pastime – The Resistance. It was once again an epic but this time, Dave stole my crown. Couldn’t be happier that it’s finally not with me. 😛
It took me a while to finally decide to write about our adventures in Mt. Canlaon. So much has happened that I thought it would be better to just keep it in memory. But then…is there any better way of keeping a memory than write about it? Hmmm! I figured people will stick to what they know best. September 21, 2012 Call time at Citilink was 4:00 AM. Congratulations to the boyfie (and I) for being early…I must say, super early. The van left the terminal around 5:00 AM, as planned. The trip was fast that we reached Toledo earlier than expected. So far…everything was GOOD.
At terminal while waiting…
Just before the ride!
Ohhhh! We look like turtles, carrying our home in the backpack. 😀
The trip to San Carlos City was once again good. The sky was clear. It’s as if the gods were in our favor. Yay! Considering the “super me” weather, I didn’t forget to say my usual prayers.
It was scorching hot when we reached our destination. Our first stop was the nearest mall of which I forgot the name. Haha! We reached it by “trisikad*”. After leaving our backpack on the counter, we had brunch. After the meal, the grocery followed. Then off we went to the terminal bound to Canlaon.
The terminal was crowded. No bus bound to Canlaon. We had to wait 30 minutes. When it arrived, people got busier. I figured I must put an extra effort if I want to find a perfect spot on the bus. And of course…I found the perfect spot. I was tired so I opt to doze off instead of sightseeing. When we reached our stop in Canlaon, Kuya Cocoy, completed the group. He picked us at the Canlaon Terminal then off we went to the office of Canlaon Nature Park. We waited for a while there for the Russian joiner to arrive. The Russian didn’t arrived on the target time so we started the journey without him. The drop off point was still 30 minutes away from the office. On the middle of the ride to the drop off, it drizzled. Then comes the rain. Fortunately, the rain left when we reached our destination. Yay!
Team Complete! From Left: Musni, Florence, Dea, Cocoy, Pong, Glian, Mwah, Boyfie, Alistair, Dave
And the boyfie had to ask Pong to take this pic. And yes…I was surprise. @_@
And the journey started!
The starting trek was on a field. The view was captivating. Unfortunately, it was so steep, I had to stop every 5 minutes. And my new bag is killing me. I had a hard time breathing on the heart strap. Then my head started to ache. My knees trembled. All I could think is how near the drop off point was. I wanted to go back and stop. Even asked myself, what on earth I was doing there?! Then the monologues in my mind started. Blamed myself for not jogging, for eating to much “pungko-pungko” and all the laziness and indulgence I had. I figured it was payback! And even if I wanted to back out, I can’t. There’s no going back. I don’t want any of my companion to hate me if I did. So I persevered. I thought of how nice it would be if we reached the campsite. Keep thinking it’s just 2 hours away. I’ve survived Talinis. There’s no way I wouldn’t survived the 2 hours. All I have to do is to keep thinking I can do it. And of course…my will power never fails me. Every damn time! 🙂
Our tent. I was inside changing my clothes and settling down. I was so tired I forgot about pictures.