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| @ the crater |
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| Run-Laon XL (Xerxis + Lagataw) |
The
PLAN
A few weeks ago, Xerxis messaged me of his
intention to run the trails of Mt Kanlaon. He said he was gonna be alone but
wouldn’t mind one more companion in the run. With the help of another good
friend Jigz Santiago, the head of the association of Mt Kanlaon guides in
Canlaon City, we got our permits. We were scheduled to traverse Mt Kanlaon from
Mapot to Guintubdan on the 26th of March. We kept everything secret
because for some reason, most of my plans fall apart when I tell people of it
beforehand.
After our 24K Salomon Xtrail run in Pico de Loro on the 23rd, we were too tired to have our planned pre-climb. I was with my running buddies and he was with his. All we could exchange was ‘Sige text kita mamaya’. We had not trekked or run together before but I knew things would go without a hitch because I was travelling with an experienced outdoorsman. We made all the preparations through text and Facebook the day before Run-Laon XL.
After our 24K Salomon Xtrail run in Pico de Loro on the 23rd, we were too tired to have our planned pre-climb. I was with my running buddies and he was with his. All we could exchange was ‘Sige text kita mamaya’. We had not trekked or run together before but I knew things would go without a hitch because I was travelling with an experienced outdoorsman. We made all the preparations through text and Facebook the day before Run-Laon XL.
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| The Crater Summit and Margaja Valley as seen from Makawiwili Peak |
CHANGE:
The Best Type of Plan
Early morning of the 25th I flew
to Bacolod from Manila and X flew to Dumaguete. I constantly exchanged text messages with
my very accommodating friend Jigz Santiago and around noontime I arrived at the
Canlaon City tourism office. After lunch I tried to sleep behind Jigz’s table
as he busied himself with some unreasonable Korean tourists. At 7pm, X arrived.
I was supposed to leave some stuff (which included a pair of jeans, slacks and
suede shoes) and just pick ‘em up the following day at the tourism office. I
had changed the plan to just go for a Mapot-Mananawin traverse because coming
from Guintubdan back to Canlaon City would waste a lot of time that I might
miss the last trip from Bacolod to Cebu. I had to be back in Cebu by 10am
Wednesday because I had already bought a 10:30am Cebu-Ormoc ticket. but X came up with a better plan. We kept the
old plan to traverse to Guintubdan and just let the guide carry my Mobex. That
way, we wouldn’t have to go all the way back to Canlaon City to pick up my stuff.
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| My Mobex has survived an Akiki-Ambangeg day hike. This time, it's Kanlaon. You know what's next! |
The
RUN
Around 7:30pm, we headed for the house of
our guide in Mapot. Jigz cooked pochero the Negrense way. In the middle of a
baby’s wail I managed to steal two hours of yogic sleep which felt like eight.
X said he couldn’t sleep a wink. But our guide might have only slept less
than an hour because his baby wouldn’t let him.
At 4:30am the alarm went off and we had coffee and banana for our pre-breakfast. Jigz soon left because he had some guests to tour around that day. Around 5am, we had to face the most difficult part of the journey—the transition from inactivity to activity. I was still entertaining the thought of waiting for the sun to come out before starting the journey. It was as cold as Benguet! But we wanted to get back down before sunset so we had to leave.
At first, it was a bit difficult to breathe because the guide’s house was already at about 1300masl but soon our lungs adapted to the thin air. Our light packs allowed us to move fast. Around 7:30am we reached Makawiwili Peak. Because of X’s ingenious plan, I was able to make use of my city clothes for some instant photo ops.
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| I never really liked doing this but the opportunity presented itself! |
We had breakfast at the
shoulder campsite around 8:30 and at 9:30 we reached the crater rim. It was
during that time when I knew why my friends who had climbed Mts Apo and Pulag
consider Kanlaon the best of the Philippines’ big three. The terrain features
were just out of this world! But as much as I wanted to savor every moment up
there, I shook more and more with fear. Eight years of climbing but my
acrophobia gets more intense each year. I couldn't get myself to peep into the
crater. I failed to see the crack at the bottom that they were talking about.
Soon my legs started to get stiff and I got fidgety every time I saw the guide
and X near the edge. Then the winds blew stronger so I had to request for a
descent. The slope and the rolling stones scared me more. I was walking down
the bare crater peak with knees bent. But in the midst of this fear, I enjoyed
the views nonetheless.
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| X coming up from the east shoulder |
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| Guintubdan Trail |
Finally the ground got relatively
flat at the west shoulder and we soon
entered the bonsai forest of the Guintubdan trail! Guintubdan trail is ideal
for downhill runs in that the slope is not so steep, the trail is clear and the
canopy of rainforest trees energizes the runner. It was a long 9km downhill run
and it was fun. It was such a shame that X’s GoPro ran out of battery inside
his pack. I wanted to record our run on video.
And just what runners would love at the end of the run, the cold spring at the end of Guintubdan trail was a warm congratulation to our tired muscles. Around 12:30 we stretched and cooled down in the natural pool as our lunch was being prepared at a small eatery.
And just what runners would love at the end of the run, the cold spring at the end of Guintubdan trail was a warm congratulation to our tired muscles. Around 12:30 we stretched and cooled down in the natural pool as our lunch was being prepared at a small eatery.
It was a good 16k recovery run from our 24k Salomon Xtrail!
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| Guintubdan natural pool |
We got back to Bacolod around 4pm and
another good friend Anton gave us a ride around the city. It was a nice way to
celebrate the successful Run-Laon XL!
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| with Anton and the cool mixes @ Gypsy |
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| Bacolod City Hall |
In retrospect, that skyrun was a very nice
experience. I miss the mountains but I don’t miss waking up with a hangover and
cleaning soiled pegs and folding moist tents. I don’t miss carrying heavy
backpacks and wading in muddy trails. I loved those things but I’m okay with
keeping them as sweet memories of my climbing days. Running trails is my new
way of enjoying the mountains.
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| the ~1.5-km trek from the jumpoff to the guide's place was not recorded. |
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| elevation profile |
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| our track |
