KEOKRADONG

Misty Boga Lake shimmered like a secret, a prelude to the Keokradong climb. Each uphill heave etched the emerald valleys deeper into my soul, reward for sweat-laced smiles. Summit sunrise bled gold across the clouds, crowning me king of a silent, breathtaking empire. Keokradong, you were a symphony of sky and stone, leaving echoes of wonder long after the trek's end.