"As I watched the morning sun paint
the pearl gray sky with a symphony of magnificent colors,
I came to know and understand why they refer to this place
as the playground of the gods."
I have underestimated Mt. Pulag.
Indeed, technically, the trail proved to be a lot easier, but what made the experience truly challenging was the chilling temperature we had to endure as we settled for bivouac at Campsite 2. At 5 degrees celcius, the biting cold was unforgiving. It definitely made sleeping in a pitched tent under a canopy of stars next to impossible. Scaling the summit with very little shuteye also proved to be very difficult a task.
Nevertheless, the long trek was all worth it. We were so much blessed because the heaven smiled upon us. Not a drop of rain fell as we raced to the top.
As I watched the morning sun paint the pearl gray sky with a symphony of magnificent colors, I came to know and understand why they refer to this place as the playground of the gods.
Notice the sea of clouds. Absolutely awesome, right?!
The Lord created a truly amazing world, I breathe a prayer of gratitude.
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