Mountain High!

I'm playing catch up! Last post I stayed on a hillside home then prayed to high heaven on another (hill). Coming down from Regina RICA our party ate lunch in one more. Someone got on Google to search for a nice place to eat at, one that allows in "baon" (packed food) as long as you order from the menu too.
Sierra Madre Resort came up and it was quaint in a way, a little kitschy with the gilded Greek statues, recycled art pieces (white painted metal "armalite" and guns on a tripod, an incongruous mix), climbable fallen log "bridges" and plastic bottle lamps hung on pine trees.
From the road it didn't look like much, just a low bungalow with a sign for the restaurant.
The guard tells you to drive around to the back and the place turned out to be this hilly (yes, again), rolling expanse of green grass, stands of pine and cypress with a wooden deck precariously set on metal pipe frames on one side, above villas and rooms hugging the "terraces" leading down to a swimming pool and an organic salad greens garden.  

A couple of dogs are there too, keeping a respectful distance until you throw them scraps. 
It was almost rustic and reminiscent of Baguio's log cabins but then you look around some more and there's no denying the urge for taking selfies in the gazebo with the tongue in cheek version of  The Creation of Adam painted on the ceiling, an archway of flowering vine (yellow bells and droopy white flowers) running up to it, flanked by two golden Cupid and and a Venus de Milo/Aphrodite tucked in the shrubbery. I loved the "re-Creation" though, that I went ahead and made my own Photogrid "comic" art. I've been having fun Photogrid-ing. The gazebo is no Sistine Chapel but to stumble into art that makes you remember to look up the lofty original on the net is a good thing. There's a whole load of re-Creations!

There's a golden girl on a very mossy pond that could be Lorelei - a siren on a rock described in a German legend.  This Lorelei is accompanied by golden egrets.  I'd have thought they're swans in really shallow water so their stick legs look longer.  Or flamingos, except they're not pink.
Did I mention a nice view of the Sierra Madre Mountains? That is, if you overlook some bald mountaintops.
You go down a hanging wooden bridge (some slats are out of alignment) to find a small garden with more statuary and stone (marble?) benches. 
A little ways off is another bridge made of stout nylon ropes - a web for Spiderman wannabes to practice on.  I'd have tried it but I was exploring on my own and there's no one to leave my stuff with.  After a lunch of baon corned beef and tuna omelette, ube puto, Tinapayan breads, grilled chicken and the restaurant's bulalo (bone marrow soup) and liempo (fried pork belly), my companions are either busy reading the paper, taking a nap or chatting at the picnic area. I was the only one walking about.  
Besides, I already crossed the hanging bridge with one hand in a death grip with my clutch bag (bad idea to be carrying one but then I didn't know I was going on that kind of a trip). The bridge was swinging in the wind so much I swear I felt vertigo set in when I got to the other side. 
If I weren't alone I'd have followed the path to the jungle and natural falls way beyond. 
Though I am comforted that a huge Virgin Mary seems to say you can safely pass I find I cannot fully trust myself not to remember scenes from The Hills Have Eyes and Turista.  I will explore next time, when I am among more adventurous people capable of saving me haha. Or Sam Claflin. Double haha! I did meet the ice cream man walking up the path. Hmmm.
Oh, and there was a zip line hooked up from one of the terraces, disappearing through the trees and emerging high above the salad garden and ends at a ramp placed just before the Virgin Mary.  Hmmm, hmmm,hmmm. 
The day we were there, there was mass at the chapel up front.  There were plenty of kids and the choir is mostly kids too.  The altar is filled with different statuettes of the Sto. Nino or baby Jesus in all manner of dress -capes, hats and all.
There was a veddy veddy nice gentleman too, who stopped his chariot for me so I can snap a picture.
So you see, Sierra Madre is a whimsical place which the owner built with a huge childlike heart and just let loose on the fantasy bit.  Works for me! 
Sigh...I live for the days when I get lucky. 


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