I hiked up Sanqingshan with the Chinese couple that I met in the village that I got dropped off at. Our friendship reminds me how you can't predict how and where you will meet people. But we spent most of our journey together talking about Jilin and Shandong, each of their respective home provinces.
Sanqingshan is really something, the trail is cut into the side of the cliffs. It was a sweaty walk just up the porter's trail and we weren't even carrying anything these bare-chested guys were.
The rest of the journey consisted of mopping my face every five seconds. I never knew my pores could sweat so much. My hiking partners were a spry, older Chinese couple. The wife had a penchant for doing random hoots into the cliff-side just to hear the echo as well as yell to her husband on the single trail up the mountain that she was in front of him and 10 ft later, she would yell again that she was (still) in front of him.
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| Gorgeous skies. |
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| the weekend-long date I third-wheeled on |
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| And then the fog started to come in... |
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| Trekked to the Taoist temple, nestled into the mountaintop |
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| I'm walking on sunshine...sort of. |
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