
Yea, its been a little while since I wrote and I promised to write about my trip to YuShan (Jade Mountain). To make a long story short, it was amazing and I might be addicted to peak climbing! It was definately an adventure that I completely owe Macany for helping to organize. I must also thank him for being brave enough to venture out with me since I do realize he would never, never have done this if I didn't bother the hell out of him!
If you want something of a run down of the climb you can check that out on my webshots page where I have pictures in story board form and you can slowly look and read. More than anything I would like to try and capture how I feel about the peak with words but fear, and I think rightly so, that my english ability has degressed!!
The mountain is 3,952 meters tall which is 12,966 feet so when we first arrived to the peak that morning the clouds where folling by us with the winds. At times I thought with a smirk on my face that I might be wisked away by a gust that would suddenly come up. It was an amazing feeling to have the wind blowing, the clouds flowing, and once the clouds cleared, a view worth my weight in flesh. I could never express how speachless I was then. I am sure Macany thought I was crazy and he definately left the mountain first ahead of me heading back to the lodge below. I considered it possible to spend hours up there as if I could sit and listen to the conversation between the peaks and the sky.
I know wish I did stay, if only I could, but instead I was the last off the mountain peak that morning. I have this tradition I have kept since I was a kid climbing to the peaks of moutains back home of picking a small rock from the base of the moutain and carrying it with me. I rub it and rub it as if, like a worry stone that you pick up by the sea but instead, this stone is 'filled' with the wishes I hope for this world. Ofcourse, world peace was in there, just about every wish was, but the most important will remain unsaid. In the end, once I reach the peak I simply place the rock and leave it in hopes that if it could speak those well wishes it might speak them to the heavens. Its a habit none the less that I did this day.
I took a short video of the clouds as they sailed by over the peaks beside us and down into the valley from which we came. It is nice and closer to bringing something of that feeling alive but I think the being there is definately intertwined with the feeling of accomplishment and enjoyment that came with the trips summit. Though the trip as I see it is fairly easy, the hike not as ominous as I first assumed, it was at least a trial of the body, a test of the wits, and a determined mind that everyone must face themselves.
Anyway, it was beautiful. Take a look at my pictures to find out!