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The one lane access road to our place from down in the barangay is still blocked by construction. There is an intersection just before the construction site, but we had never really inquired about where that path lead to. We had never needed to go that route.
talking with a few folks about alternate routes for groceries, deliveries, and such, I was told that it led to the cemetery in the neighboring barangay of Udiawan. No one could tell me if the cemetery was fenced off, or if a vehicle could access a main road through there. It was time to hit the saddle.
I chose Skippy for the job. We rode past Dennis, our manager, making charcoal with downed wood while looking after his 1year old daughter.
Then, past the calapaws (small work shelters) of some of the neighbors.
At the bottom of the hill, between the river and the new concrete, is the little road. It had previously been just a muddy footpath. But, someone had dumped stone in the muddy places, making it seem accessible by a wheeled vehicle.
The road soon narrowed to a bit more than a footpath before ending at a shelter meant for collecting harvested produce for transport to market.
Beyond the shelter, the path crossed an irrigation channel with a water gate and a small metal grate for crossing. It didn’t look safe for a horse to attempt, so we turned back.
On the way back, we had a look at the neatly laid out farm plot of someone who probably lives in one of the barangays.
There were a few other things to see along the way. A nice growth of shelf fungus on a tree, and some wild figs.
Though there is no vehicle access by way of this road, we did notice a path leading back up the mountain close by the little farm plot. That is something to explore on another ride.
talking with a few folks about alternate routes for groceries, deliveries, and such, I was told that it led to the cemetery in the neighboring barangay of Udiawan. No one could tell me if the cemetery was fenced off, or if a vehicle could access a main road through there. It was time to hit the saddle.
I chose Skippy for the job. We rode past Dennis, our manager, making charcoal with downed wood while looking after his 1year old daughter.
Then, past the calapaws (small work shelters) of some of the neighbors.
At the bottom of the hill, between the river and the new concrete, is the little road. It had previously been just a muddy footpath. But, someone had dumped stone in the muddy places, making it seem accessible by a wheeled vehicle.
The road soon narrowed to a bit more than a footpath before ending at a shelter meant for collecting harvested produce for transport to market.
Beyond the shelter, the path crossed an irrigation channel with a water gate and a small metal grate for crossing. It didn’t look safe for a horse to attempt, so we turned back.
On the way back, we had a look at the neatly laid out farm plot of someone who probably lives in one of the barangays.
There were a few other things to see along the way. A nice growth of shelf fungus on a tree, and some wild figs.
Though there is no vehicle access by way of this road, we did notice a path leading back up the mountain close by the little farm plot. That is something to explore on another ride.