Malaybalay, Bukidnon: Life-Giving Waterfalls

The cerebral storms in the four-walled room overdosed my senses. Those hours filled my brain cells with greens, instead. The trip to the hills the weekend before marked my thoughts with nothing but scenery. The thrill hurried my heart to beat like crazy. That I could not control. Then, there I was, powerless. Fighting it hardly, to pack, catch and fly. It almost stopped. That nearly gotten me stuck for good, forever.

Reflections crammed my mind.  Choosing to miss it would have been unforgiving. To choose wholeheartedly would entail accidental outflow. But what would I do with all the abundance?

Arriving in a familiar place at a quarter before midnight would trouble a highlander, who had patiently waited a long time just to glimpse the lady who almost did not make it.  Rugged, with a backpack, and heading to a 3-hour ride to a mountainous terrain, a local adventurer who happened to be seated beside me could not help it and asked, “Which mountain are you climbing?” I answered, “I don’t know. But I like to see waterfalls!”

A midnight-morn snooze was enough for my body to awaken in this chilly weather. The clock was ticking, and my body hungered for adventure.

The green façade exuded fresh blast of air; the smell of the trees and its barks filled me; the gentle breeze caressed my skin.

The sight of the spring made the adrenaline inside me hustle into the tips of my fingers and made me shiver in anticipation. The short hike was simple, at first. But walking down slope froze my feet, and left me screaming. Hugging the logs and gripping those roots helped. I did not crawl. I was moving stealthily for my safety. Creeping is the most appropriate word.

The clear river reflected the colors of the forest. Deep within, one can see what is down under.

Every second was significant. Wading thru the deep waters to get to the mouth of the falls cooled my bones.

The trickling water is like a fan, dripping from the rocky mountain enlivened my sleeping spirits, battered by the world of unbelievable realities.

The rush of water dashing through the slope was drumming melodies in my ears. 

Waterfalls-hopping is like searching for surprises.

Hurrying to touch the drop of water caused my heart to throb in delight. Dwelling under this block that descends to a cascading stream refreshed my feelings of pleasure and optimism.

Getting drenched in bubbles invigorated each fraction of my essence.

Bouldering with bare hands and no harness, climbing beneath the plummeting waters, revived my guts. On top of the rock, holding on to wild vines & looking down to see the river, was intimidating. But it builds one to become fearless. Purely courageous.

My screams filled the silent lush forest. Shouts of wonder, valour and happiness exclaimed impulsively.

I could have been stuck forever, in inconceivable circumstances, which congested my heart to beat its normal rhythm. The waterfalls adventure did not only furnish my body the stimulation it deserved. But it has ascended me with another fresh life. To live, laugh and love. To enjoy life and continue my joyous journeys. 

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So grateful to my two handsome crazy highlanders 
of Bukidnon, Ben http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000116103209
& Tupe http://www.trekero.blog.com/