After I did all those other good things I decided to attempt to scale one of my "backyard" mountains lol. I left a little after 12:00 p.m. I think and got home around 3:30 p.m. I set out with my camera and two bottles of water.
The trail starts out pretty easy. It is not a particularly steep beginning but after awhile the hike became very steep and very rugged. I took my time. In some places it was also pretty wet so the ground was slippery. The hike (while steep) was pretty good. It was nice to have the help of gravity to help keep me from slipping and falling and potentially slamming my face in a jagged rock. I personally felt that the trail was quite a bit steeper than my hikes in the Grand Canyon.
One section of the trail up, very steep and rocky
I think if I hike it again I will buy a hiking pole
It was quite fun to watch the buildings getting smaller and hazier as I continued up.
As I climbed I would every so often see people coming down. I some said hi to me and others did not. I said hi to some as well. There is part of me that is afraid to say hello to people sometimes because I think they may assume that I speak Korean very well and try to start a conversation with me.
Nevertheless after about an hour or so I was running out of my first bottle of water and I began to wonder if I would make it to the top. I really could not tell how close I was due to the density of the trees around the trail. I told myself I would turn around at the end of my first bottle of water.
At some point I came to the end of that bottle of water. As I looked up ahead though it looked like the trees were getting less and less. I thought that maybe I was getting closer to the top. So I decided to go a little further and sure enough I made it to the top. The view was amazing.
Once I arrived at the top I did some writing. I think I'll share a little of what I wrote because I don't think I can interpret it and then write something different on here. I will just write what I felt in the moment:
Well I made it to the top of the mountain and the view is spectacular. The moment, in a way, is bitter sweet. As I suspected, I have not been able to escape the constant sound of industry emanating from the city of Changwon. I cannot be in a truly secluded peaceful place up here.
I hear a constant wooshing, pulsating sound coming from below. No doubt some massive industrial activity is going on down there. I can still hear the faint sound of automobiles. As a matter of fact I just heard a very fast moving motorcycle heading north on the Interstate.
I suppose this is as good as it gets in Korea. I hope one day I find a place here that is a truly quiet place in Korea, free of all technological sound and where all I hear is the sound of nature (birds, locusts, the sound of wind as it blows between the mountain valleys). A place similar to the bottom of the Grand Canyon or the top of the Rocky Mountains, Harney Peak, heck, even parts of Stone Park back in little Sioux City, Iowa.
Despite, what I would call my complaints, this is still a beautiful place. The air seems fresher. It does not have that musty, confined, exhaust smell. I can hear the constant noise of thousands, if not millions of locusts in the vast trees.
It still is very isolated. Not many people are up here. There is part of me that selfishly wishes there were less people up here so I could "have the mountain to myself" but at the same time I'm glad so many Koreans like hiking and staying in shape.
Those were some of my thoughts as I sat at the top pondering where I was at. Here are a few more pictures at the top:
Eventually, as I rested, I thought that jogging down might be better at least at the less jagged parts. So that's what I did. I started jogging in areas that did not have lots of rocks. It was like going with gravity rather than fighting it from pulling me down. Personally I thought it was better than trying to go slow.
I got back to the bottom at around 3:00 p.m. My legs were still pretty wobbly but I felt good, accomplished. It was a really fun hike and I hope to do it again soon.