Across North Pine’s verandah is a hill full of towering pine trees; I haven’t seen so much trees on a residential area in Baguio City. From morning coffees at the deck, I can see a trail leading deeper into the woods. We followed this dirt path one chilly afternoon, climbing upwards through pine-needled forest floor, passing joggers, bikers and horse riders. I’ve always been fond of trails and this one branches everywhere. After running around and getting lost for a bit, we eventually climbed a pass that led us to the grounds of Camp John Hay. Perfect, time for some ice-blended coffee!