Here is the first batch of pics from my recent mountain trek with my son. I'm posting a more detailed account as a separate blog.
1. Our 15-car convoy stops for late lunch at a mountain ridge campsite area that has been a favorite since I was a kid. I remember our family having picnics at this very spot when I was young. Travel is easier now, but the roads still have many rough patches of dusty gravel. In the photo are one of my colleagues and her 21 year-old son.
2. We arrive at our destination, a big but temporary campsite set up on fallow fields located above an mountain village of indigenous folk. The next day, early morning, I see two young calves of water buffalo are lazily grazing on the dewy grass. I liked the peaceful ambience.
3. We set up a colorful tent city among the fallow fields at the foot of the main peak. This temporary camp has many amenities to serve hundreds of people, including a portable generator for electricity, covered latrines, and a huge kitchen composed of five dugout hearths. Climbing the peak is one of the objectives in our trek, but almost merely an incidental one.
4. This is the peak that we climbed on the first day, right after we arrived after a mere couple of hours rest. It wasn't really a hard climb. We had some grade-schoolers with us. We held the native ritual (involving pig sacrifice) at the summit.
Batch B follows...
