We were all guilty. As my eyes wandered around, I saw a bunch of people blithely indulging on their addiction. Ecstatic and thrilled, we sniffed and inhaled a natural mixture that would lead us to our “paradise”. A rush of chemicals, then, flowed throughout our systems, giving us a high and a feeling of contentment.  We were all addicts. And, we were drifting in a sea of sensory stimuli, from nature’s sound symphonies to the shades of greens in Tuyukon Peak. This is our addiction. This is our escape from reality. This is what we call hiking. And, this is our drug of choice. It was a beautiful Sunday morning…