Riverbend Journal

  Above is a picture I took 23 years ago on my first trip to the Philippines. There were a lot of memorable events that happened on that trip, namely that I received an official blessing to marry my fiancée. However in terms of sheer beauty, walking among the rice terraces near Sagada is the event that I only have to close my eyes to remember. Back then, we just stumbled upon a path descending the mountain behind the motel we were staying and came across a native village full of nipa huts and a little girl who guided us further down into the rice terraces themselves. It was a beautiful place full of golden rice and purple mountains. For the next 23 years, I have been wanting to get back to this region before it changed to something unrecognizable and this trip worked out. After breakfast, we drove up the road aways to pullout where guided hikes were offered through the rice terraces to see a large waterfall. Foreshadowing a bit, I think the reason this place remains largely undistu...

  The late summer doldrums are here apparently because this is the first post I've written in a couple weeks now. The last couple weeks of posts were all written maybe a month ago and set to publish when they appeared. There are another couple weeks of posts wrapping up my vacation that will publish in the coming weeks. I do this specifically for times like this when I have a large swath of time with not much interesting really happening. It takes the pressure off of posting something so people don't begin to wonder if I'm still alive. Above is a picture of an origami boat made from a dollar bill. One of my many volunteer activities to give back to my community is to count the Sunday collections for our church about once a month. The sight above is not my favorite sight to see because it slows me down, especially when there are dozens of origami or just tightly wadded up bills that I have to individually unfold and/or flatten so that we can more easily count them and later ...

  Since I still have a number of posts yet to publish on my trip to the Philippines, I thought I would do an extra post this week of my garden as it was a couple days back. Above is our "new" trellis that I erected at one end of our garden. It had been at the old garden but had languished in the weeds elsewhere on the farm until I rented a U-Haul trailer and made the trip down to bring them back up to our urban garden. In the foreground is bitter melon, a Filipino ingredient that is like a bitter tasting squash that they use in several of their dishes. It grows quite well and fast in our climate and has nearly taken over the trellis. Lower down in the middle are cucumbers that my wife planted. They are nearly done producing but this was one of the best years I've ever had growing them. I have enough pickles to last me the next five years. Further down is a failed attempt at watermelon. My wife wanted to plant them on the trellis and I tried to discourage her because I did...

  Twenty-three years ago, my first trip to the Philippines ended with a visit to the Sagada region which is known for their rice terraces sometimes referred to as an eight wonder of the world. It was such a beautiful place and so far away from all tourism because it was difficult to get to. Back then, we spent a long day bouncing over dirt roads scratched into the sides of mountains and through small creeks and waterfalls. Twenty-three years later, the road is now paved though as you can see from the screenshot above from my phone about midway through the six hour drive, it isn't a straight shot. In fact, it is so twisty and curvy and up and down, that our average speed the entire distance was likely only about 35 miles per hour, about the same speed we traveled twenty-three yeas ago, and this time on a paved road with not a lot of traffic! We rented another van from John Wayne, loaded it with some luggage and food and headed off north up the central mountain range of the Luzon pro...

Twenty-three years ago, we decided to drive up a particular mountain near Baguio that offered an excellent view of the surrounding mountains and overlooked an area known as "The Mines" where locals indeed mined. There were large scars upon the land. Twenty-three years later, the mines aren't visible anymore and instead houses dot the landscape.  Twenty-three years ago, you walked down a rough trail from a pull off to a rock outcropping where you could take in the view of "the mines". Twenty-three years later, the trail was a sidewalk that led you down the hill in a zig zag pattern so that you had to pass by a maximum number of vendors trying to sell cheaply produced souvenirs. Even if you were in the market for a cheap souvenir, you had to watch your step as there were people everywhere and random steps everywhere. And for all of this, you had to pay a toll just to visit the area. Twenty-three years ago, there was a lone Igorot native in the area who kindly pose...