THE LAST TIME I PLANTED TREES was seven years ago. I
planted it along the Babag East Ridge Pass and it involved representatives of
local hiker groups. Despite my effort and sacrifice to personally water it
every weekend, one by one, the young trees withered and died. I cannot blame
the local climate because all were nurtured and grown in a small nursery
adjacent to the trail and, therefore, fully acclimatized. Domestic animals and
fowls were the main culprit.
The last species to die was a boat-fruited mangrove
(Local name: dungon). I lost it in 2015 to goats despite protecting it
with bamboo barbs. After that, I did not spearhead a tree-planting activity
again if local caretakers do not want it or are not interested to protect it.
Local attitudes, mindsets and acceptance play a big part and, if they are not
willing to get involved, why should I exert myself to nothing? Besides that,
choosing which species to plant also plays a big part for me and that needs
more time.
I am very critical about tree-planting activities. I
do not take short cuts like most people do like planting mahogany, white
leadtree (ipil-ipil), gmelina, Brazilian flame trees and other exotic
species. I prefer indigenous species and fruit-bearing trees, even though
these, unknown to you, were introduced many years ago by our Spanish and
American colonizers. The good thing about these fruit trees are it had adapted
well and are “good neighbors” with their native counterparts and now plays a
perfect role in our local ecology.
But today, March 4, 2017, gave me an opportunity to,
once again, plant a tree. Jhurds Neo, the head shed of Camp Red Bushcraft and
Survival Guild got the green light from Ceno Laborte of Baksan, Sapangdaku,
Cebu City to have his land planted with trees. Any kind. The Guild would be
dirtying their hands. I suggested that he concentrate on collecting fruit tree
seedlings and hardwood species, with a few mahoganies that Ceno could harvest
once it matured for construction of a future house.
The tree-planting activity would also be a school
project for the students of the University of San Carlos, of which Jhurds is
teaching and he involved his CWTS class. From the Guild, came Ernie Salomon,
Glenn Pestaño, Ann Jillian Yap, Justin Abella, Jonathaniel Apurado, Nyor Pino,
Glyn Formentera, Jenmar de Leon and guest blogger Jean Louise Mainit. Coming
with his father, is Jacob Neo. He likes the freedom of the outdoors so he could
play “dirt time” with his local friends. From the parking lot of the Our Lady
of Guadalupe Parish, we hired transportations to bring us all to Baksan.
From the road, it would be a twenty-minute walk to the
property of Ceno. Each one carried gently a young tree on one of their palms.
The species are soursop, guava, acacia, narra, lanzones, rambutan, cacao and
mahogany. The hike took almost an hour for the USC students for they were not
used to walking on dirt trails. For some, it is their first time. It does not
surprise me. These are millennials. They are normally “wired” to the electric
socket and the WiFi and are mall creatures.
The idea of walking on soil with abundant forest cover
amazes them so much that they forgot Android phones for a while. Some recovered
at the shock and paused for self-portraits but finding phone signals wanting
they just used its other function of capturing images in still photos and in
video. Some, unable to shake off their cosmopolitan nature, donned headphones wired
to their phones and sang in sync with the subdued melodies. It was a wonder to
watch these kids but Jacob ignored them. Jacob is miles away from them.
We arrive in a place called Sibalas. I have been here
many times. This place was “opened” to us after we had successfully conducted
outreach programs for the children of Baksan. In fact, the place is referred by
one local as “kinapusuran sa Baksan”, which can be translated in English as the
center of Baksan. It has a deep well where, not too long ago, was an open spout
of water. Its flow never faltered the whole year round, even in the warmest
drought season. People, as far as Gethsemane Hills, come here to collect its
precious liquid during the worst times.
Watering and nurturing the young trees would not be a
problem here. It is shady with breaks in the forest cover allowing adequate
sunlight. The mature trees would mother the young trees from direct sunlight
while retaining moisture on the ground after a rain. Sibalas has the capacity
to retain water and its natural spring is a testament of its healthy
underground water dynamics. The residents have valued this spot and they have
refrained from rearing hogs along a radius of about 1,000 meters. That is why
we chose this place and adopted the community for our outreach.
Jhurds begins to brief the students and assigned them
the places to plant. They would also be assigned to plant fruit trees only and
grouped into five individuals each, assisted by one adult from Camp Red, for
they will be handling edged tools. The rest of the Camp Red people would gather
bamboo and fashion these into long stakes to protect the young trees from stray
farm animals and for easy recognition. The empty spaces along the path would be
designated for fruit trees. The young mahogany would be planted by Camp Red
people on a slope while I would plant the narra and acacia species on difficult
spots.
Holes were dug four meters from each other and it
lined along the trail. More holes were dug on the next layer and then the next.
The last layer was reserved for mahogany trees, which holes were placed on
sloped areas and would act as debris catchers when it matures. Debris would
impede water from running directly to water channels and brooks. The acacia and
narra species were placed on areas where it could water itself by its location
within a few feet from depressions along water channels.
Every student carried with him or her, a packed meal.
When noonbreak came, most of the young trees were planted and everybody paused
for lunch. Likewise, with the Camp Red bushmen. Ernie, our camp fixer, was
exempt from the tree planting activity. He has at his task of providing
delicious nourishment for us. As always, three dishes, plus a dessert of raw
cucumber and tomatoes in vinegar. Jacob has his special meal courtesy of
Jolibee. There is an unfinished hut that served as our resting place. There is
a table and benches on three sides.
This structure is one of two that we are constructing.
When finished, it will be used as a recreation area and as an outdoor education
center. People will be taught here about bushcraft, wilderness survival,
homesteading, campsite management, backcountry ethics and safety, trailcraft,
first aid, prepping, land navigation, child woodlore, specialist topics and
outdoors leadership. This would be a base camp for trails going into the
Buhisan Watershed Area, Mount Bokatol, Tagaytay Ridge, Arcos Ridge and the
wilderness of Pagatpat, Buwabog and Cato-ogan.
The rest of the day was reserved for watering the
twenty-six mixed-fruit varieties and ten for mahogany and placing the bamboo
stakes on each individual plant. But my task was not yet finished. I have to
dig holes and plant the last three narra and acacia trees. I have planted five
already but mine was the most difficult location and the farthest. The good
thing is that you do not have to water for the ground is moist and it is
cooler. Just the same, I placed stakes around each for easy identification.
We finished early and Jhurds accompany Jacob and his
students to facilitate their quick departure back to Guadalupe. Assisting him
were Jonathan, Glyn and Jenmar. Ernie, Nyor and Justin washed the pots near the
water source while Glenn and I entertained Ann and Jean at the hut. We boiled
water and had coffee to pair with a few pieces of bread. The wash brigade came
and joined us. Slowly, they packed their things while waiting for Jhurds and
company.
I do not have to pack. I just carried a simple leather
frontiersman-style bag that contained a Seseblade Sinalung, a Seseblade Matabia, a
Victorinox Ranger SAK, an extra t-shirt and a one-liter juice retort pouch
which I repurposed into a collapsible water bottle. The leather bag was a gift
from Alan Poole of the UK, the Sinalung and the Matabia are from Dr. Arvin Sese and the SAK from Markus Immer of Switzerland.
We finally left at 15:30, retracing the path we took
in the morning. Waiting is a Fuso Elf passenger van that Jhurds have
commandeered from his father’s garage. It was roomy at the back. Jacob sat at
the front beside his dad. We planted forty-six young trees today and we
believed that most of these would survive, except for a few that were handled
improperly. That was just the start. We would plant soon another batch of young
trees. We would source indigenous ones and more fruit varieties. We would
reforest Sibalas and beyond.
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