The climb: Topping Cebu at O- Peak

“Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity”  ― John Muir, Our National Parks


As the adage goes, “The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.” Thus, it held true to this trekking adventure I had. Soaring  a thousand feet above sea level, this mountain, it tops the Queen City of the South.

I am not a mountaineer nor an outdoor man. Thus,  climbing is not my cup tea yet I reached the summit of Osmeña Peak, popularly known as O-peak  effortlessly. Well, it won’t be made possible if I was alone , I guess it takes tons of daring guts to make it to the top, however, with a good company it’s just a piece of cake. My friends and I have aced the rough and challenging Mantabugon ranges at the crack of dawn at the last leg of summer.


 As the sun heralds the coming of the new day, reveals the  gradient of green rolling fields the mountain, sparkling  like diamonds as the dew glimmers in the fresh sunrise. I felt Nature has this morning ritual of opening her eyes with such fancy sparkling diamonds.  The lush emerald hills implies the attitude and character of a true blue Cebuano,  strong , zealous and ambitious and it was perfectly manifested with these colossal mountains with spiky tips soaring up to the sky above  defying its limit.

As we ascend, our way  up to the top we saw a different scenery.  It  seems we have been taken into a different world like the  ones in world of Lords of the Rings, especially when the fog enveloped the place, mystifying.! Then, gradually as the clouds chases off  the concealment and the beauty of the mountain is revealed.

Up at the summit, it serves as a window to the other neighboring province, islands, islets and the coast of Cebu. If you are lucky enough to catch a clear day without the clouds concealing those wonders, I envy you! On the brighter side, I take it as a reason to go back into the mountain rather than crying over that spilled milk.

Lastly, it’s hard to confine all my thoughts and put into one single phrase nor look for best suited words to describe, it perfectly. But one thing is for sure, the feeling was rustic and cozy and it was simply welcoming. It was like in the wilderness up in the summit  near the clouds, was a home waiting for you to come back. Into the less civilized and industrialized, you find the comforts and joy beyond compare. Away from the gizmos and widgets, you find a better way to appreciate life more with nature and God’s masterpieces.#