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Downline, Upline Is Down On The Line

~trail notes by Moxology during Mt. Salumayagon Outreach Climb & Tree Growing, Tula & Sungay ES, Alubijid, Misamis Orienta

The definition of Upline-Downline can be rather simple to explain in networking but in mountaineering slash volunteering, it will define you to a higher level. You cannot just invite and involve someone to climb mountains and voila! there is a return of investment on top of the hands of the recruit (downline) and the sponsor (upline). In ROTA, we do not just climb mountains to reach quota, but we reach out to do outreach. We ask for help to help. That is our quota.

Last weekend (July 12, 2014) was a quota. The Tula ES and Sungay ES at Alubijid STAY in School Outreach Climb was another check on the line-up of activities of ROTA in 2014. Even though I had sleepless nights of battling my Midyear Financial Reports, I was able to jump in the dump truck early Saturday morning.


I had my best foot forward. Confident like one of my downlines, cheetah energy of Matetah. I had my best food forward. I haven’t had my heavy breakfast but I had enough for myself and for my downlines. I brought some sandwiches with cheese, broas from Oroquieta, cookies and Boy Bawang as my (our) trail food.

Yes I had my best.
But even the best fall down sometimes. Right mga bes?

We were about to touch the clouds and give praises near the heavens when suddenly a Captain had an emergency landing. It was indeed a life and death experience where I can almost say I died fighting. But because of the emergency Campo Dose we have had, I survived with much love and thanksgiving.


The cramps due to dehydration and over fatigue hit me big time. I did not have enough supply of pain relieving endorphins that I almost cried a river like the story we shared to the kids of Tula Elementary School, “Alamat ng Ilog Pasig”

Now I would like to give honor to the honorable Campo Dose, being on top of ROTA’s line of command was never an easy task. You have made service and at the same time servant your guiding principle in times of emergency. El prexy Campo Dose, brodbest 2pe and bes Yen, like mountains, thank you for being there. The scrambled egg with boy bawang as substitute for salt we shared will be a recipe for life. To the rest of the volunteers and mountaineers, way to go!

Scrambled egg wuth boy bawang

At first, I hesitated to ask for help when the throbbing and hurting started in my legs. I pushed my caffeinated body for four days too hard and so my leg muscles contracted too hard. I can almost feel my heartbeat around my neck when the crappy cramps hit its quota. Good to know that my Asthma never had an intermission number. In front of my downlines I failed them to reach the peak together. But that doesn’t motivate me to kiss mountaineering goodbye.

We somehow reached the peak of life.

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Way To Go

Trail Notes by Moxology

Few months ago, we have been brainstorming a tag line that will somehow relate to ROTA. There were awesome lines popped up and I can’t help myself not to share my thoughts why this line or phrase hit me five stars!

Rota, it is a route, a trail, a road, a destination. Saan ba ang rota mo? Which way to go? At least we know to where we are going. We have a sense of direction.

To go! Well, like you guys said best things happen outside, log out, click the going button now! Go!

Way to go! It is an idiom. An expression signifying positivity. It means good job! Nice effort. It is a phrase encouraging someone to continue the good deeds/good work.                    waytogo

“way to go” 7 letters, 3 words, 1 phrase
•An expression of congratulations, encouragement, or approval
•A route, course of action; a preferred decision or choice.
•Initials. WTG

I just needed some encouragement this morning. Sometimes we have to be very conscious and conscientious with our words. I maybe a person hard to fathom but believe me that I don’t want to become the most difficult person than anyone will ever know.

In any ways what life brings us, we do not choose a dead end. We sometimes choose to traverse or back trail. We may take the odder way around but we always make sure leaving nothing but footprints.

I remember so well why I said these words during my first step with Rota.
“I have to go.”

To every GALI, WTG!

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Colon Closed Parenthesis

When we had our socials circle in the evening at Kabayan Barrio Elem School, there was one question left unheard of answers. I think it was GP supported by Dina who was a bit shy to ask.

“Are you happy?” (He addressed the question to ROTA, as a group)

I can still remember, I replied nothing but silence.

I remember I asked the same question during our outreach at Kamansi to one of the children after giving her a spoon of breakfast.

“Nalipay ba ka?” (Masaya ka ba?)

She replied nothing but silence.

Enough to hear my heart beating and my lungs expanding.

When I remember, I believe…

I am happy.

-Moxology 🙂

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Freedom Climb 2011

Setting foot on top of Mt. Kalatungan was indeed hard to endure but definitely sweet to remember. ROTA, thank you for your presence. I was so inspired by each one of you guys. Considering what you want to do in relation to what you are capable of doing, astig! I really could not imagine the high spirit that roars everytime you climb. I honor you guys for lifting me to the top and every time I drop somewhere between the bottom and the summit. I lost my count of how many times I stumbled, slipped, wounded, bruised, lacerated, shouted bad and good words! but never did I lost to count on you guys, my God, and myself. Not only faith can move mountains but can create a new world of discovery. Now I know why I climb.

The extreme experience taught me a lot. I traded my life for the Php500 UK Trek shoes. When I threw it during the first open trail downhill, I realized that sometimes there are really things you have to let go to see if there is anything worth holding on to. At least the shoes fulfilled its worth and purpose. The tears I had with the rain and pain served as my battlecry to win. Happiness not stress. Sureness over carelessness. Energy over laziness. Responsibility over stupidity. Allow me to call it freedom. Yeah!

I murdered a mud, injured a rock, kicked Mt. Kalatungan’s ass! And yet, I still have 10 fingers, 10 alive and kicking toe nails! We made it guys! 10 people who did not only declared independence but also made history!

In victories like this, should there be wines to pop? balloons to fall? or butanes to explode?

Thank you-
Campo: for reminding the value of food and water. bang! bang!
Janubski: for your skills and shots capturing our moments.
Coco: for the initiatives and other tasks of a gentleman.
Blots: for being the first to summit and first to base.
Irish: for your care and nursing hospitality.
Nix: for bringing our home and a good landlord.
Tops: for the laughters, blind items and kisses.
Marris: for the registration and love of animals.
Oyen: for the concern and guidance.
Marco: for sweeping a mess.

Being the last to return did not make me less of a person. In Amazing Race, I maybe eliminated. In reality, I just said to myself, “I’ll be back home”

I have so many things to look forward to. Better shoes, better clothing, better gadgets and a better person.

See you next climb ROTA.

Together let us touch the skies and bring it down again!