Setting out on a Saturday afternoon, we spent the night at the nongjiale, or literally happy farmer's house, so that we could get an early start the next morning. Leaving at 7:30 the next morning, we hiked along the trail, which surprisingly had more people on it than I had ever seen up there before. By the time we reached a certain fork in the road, the other people had long since stopped hiking on the trail we were on, and the trail itself was clearly not used as often. We continued on our quest, though, enjoying the adventure.
The path grew smaller and smaller, as well as steeper and steeper. Close to the ridge before going down into the back of the park, the trail was steep enough that I had to hold onto trees as I went up, and just over the ridge, I felt like I was skiing on my shoes, because I just slid from tree to tree, the slope too steep for my shoes to keep any traction! This challenge was compounded by the fact that some of the trees had thorns on them, but they were hard to see before grabbing the tree. Later the wild grass hid the path and the view, since it was taller than me, so I walked along, barely following the small trail, and not able to see in front of me!
Ten hours, 18 kilometers, and a few scratches and bruises later, we made it through the park and back home! (The shower that night ranked in my life's Top 10 Showers, too!)