Tired of Hubei? Then this is just the post not for you!
I promised in my last post about Hubei that There Would Be Blood, and I am happy to say that I was not lying: I got a blister on my heel while climbing 武当山, and There Was Some Blood. But that was the only Blood That There Was on the trip, so the rest of this post will be totally bloodless. It's a Glorious Blog indeed!
This is going to be a long one, so I say it's high time I try one of those "Read More" links that everyone (i.e. Jason) is so crazy about.
So, as I mentioned, Gus and I got to Mt. Wudang too late in the day to climb all the way to the "Golden Summit", so we contented ourselves with visiting some temples on the Southern Ridge, fairly close to our hotel. Here is a picture of one of those temples:
Also you can't see it, but do you know what was inside? A GIANT TURTLE. A space turtle. Turtle space. Friend space turtle. I hope Gus has pictures of this, because it was actually sort of shocking to see a turtle rather, than say, a guy. (Mt. Wudang is a Taoist mountain, so I'm actually not sure who sits inside their temples, but presumably it is a guy and not a turtle.)
Trees along the path were festooned (I don't think I've ever used that word before in my life) with red ribbons which fellow tourists had tied on as offerings of some kind:
A ways past this mini temple was the actual Southern Ridge Palace:
Speaking of Wudang Shan, it's got a special message just for you:
You must be feeling pretty great now (just like I am), because an entire mountain has seen what you've accomplished and is very pleased by what it sees. (That's not what the Chinese says, by the way, but I think we both know that you're not really interested in hearing that Chinese isn't as silly as we think it is.) And, buoyed by the mountain's encouragement, Gus and I felt pretty proud of ourselves for climbing the very short distance to the Southern Ridge temple, so we turned around and went back to the hotel. We did spot one more sign:
And that's the end of Day 3. I promise someday I'll finish this series of posts on Hubei. Heaven forbid that I ever have to describe something that lasts, say, a week, because I think everyone who reads this blog would kill themselves.