Tuesday, December 23, 2014

I think that I shall never see...such precious trees!

We've been through this road before but it was only when a friend told me to check this place out in case we pass by that we noticed it. This place reminds me of the poem of Joyce Kilmer which a lot of us memorized in grade school. Trees.

I THINK that I shall never see 

A poem lovely as a tree. 

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest 
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast; 

A tree that looks at God all day, 5
And lifts her leafy arms to pray; 

A tree that may in summer wear 
A nest of robins in her hair; 

Upon whose bosom snow has lain; 
Who intimately lives with rain. 10

Poems are made by fools like me, 
But only God can make a tree.

One cannot miss the highway with lush greenery on both sides.

There's a certain serenity upon reaching this area.
The gate to the sanctuary. 
There's an entrance fee of P10.00 per person. There's also an honest cashier here who will give you back your change.

Map of the whole protected areas.
From Wikipedia:

"The Initao-Libertad Protected Landscape / Seascape is a combined nature and marine reserve and is located on the territory of the municipalities Libertad and Initao in the province of Misamis Oriental in the Philippines . It was established on 16 September 2002 by the merger of Initao National Park with the Protected Landscape and Seascape Libertad.

The core zone of the reserve covers an area of ​​1,300.78 hectares and a buffer zone of 800.45 hectares. The reserve includes a variety of terrestrial and marine ecosystems such as rainforests , coral reefs and seagrass beds . In the area there are some cave systems.Tourists and the local population use the Initao-Libertad Protected Landscape / Seascape mostly for recreation."

We were not able to see the seaside but we were able to go one round around the forest of old trees.

The sea is over there.

Rest rooms outside the area along the highway.

Don't forget to check out this place when you go through this highway to Iligan City from Cagayan de Oro. It's worth stopping by and appreciating the centuries-old trees. You may even hug one, if you wish.


Poems are made by fools like me, 

But only God can make a tree.

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