On the bus back, I posted on WeChat Moments, took a nap, and recorded my trip to Wugong Mountain while the iron is hot. One night in mid-April, I saw a homeless man posting on WeChat about saving lives during the Qingming Festival. I suddenly came up with the idea of being a team leader and leading the line. I yelled at Celery twice, and of course Celery told me to go, go, go, go. So I told the homeless man that night that I wanted to lead the Wugong Mountain line. I wrote down the plan the next day, and then sent it to a large group to recruit people. I quickly pushed my impulse to the point where I couldn't regret it, so as to avoid regretting it after I woke up. Pigeon myself. One hour before departure, Turkey failed to catch the train one after another and missed the event. Not being able to meet Brother Chicken was one of the small regrets of this Wugong Mountain. Saying goodbye to Brother Ji, I quickly hired Xiao Chen to do finance. Facts have proved that Sir Chen is reliable! In the evening, I chartered a car to Pingxiang. Lao Zhou, a northeasterner with his own comic ability, showed off his magical lemon tea. I had a hunch that this would be a journey full of laughter.
It rains one after another
Qingming Festival
(Lemon tea is not a lame magic trick, not at all)
After eating hot poached egg noodles in Longshan Village, the journey back across the country began. Under the rain and fog, we walked and climbed through the bamboo forest. Along the way, there were many bamboo shoots, but most of them were dug away, leaving old bamboo shoots with no edible value. So "you have taken away all the bamboo shoots on the mountain" became this saying. They tease each other all the way.
(owner of Tuyuan Inn)
The climbing road from Longshan Village is muddy, rocky, and has a relatively steep slope. In addition, everyone has just started hiking and has not yet adapted. Some partners are tired, and the team is soon separated. Xiao Chen led the team in front, and I held the team in the back. The shy number jumped up and down the mountain as if on flat ground, easily leaving us far behind, until he finally arrived at the inn more than two hours ahead of us. There are no photos of number here. Never taking pictures is the last stubbornness of number.
It took us more than 3 hours to climb from 300 meters to 1400 meters. During this period, everyone must be quite tired. My friends kept asking me: "Have we been walking like this these two days?", "How long does it take to climb this section of the road?" ?", "How far have we gone? How far is the journey today?" I always answer, "It's almost done.", "It will be easier after climbing this section." ". Because I was worried that I would not be able to reach the inn before dark if I walked too slowly, I kept pushing everyone from behind. Every time I took a break, I would not let my friends rest for longer. I once threatened Mianmian, Lao Zhou and others: Leave quickly or I will push you away. Go down the mountain, the beneficiary of the insurance is me anyway (nonsense).
(Mianmian, me, the waiter, and Changan who are holding the line)
Before arriving at Trojan Col, I had been quite nervous. I was worried that Dania would become unwell, worried that everyone would want to descend due to bad weather and tiredness (don’t even think about it), and worried that I wouldn’t be able to reach the inn before dark. In the morning, Oreo, Chang'an, Dania and I formed the team. Chang'an helped Dania with her backpack, Oreo encouraged Dania, and I would only point out the trajectory map to Dania: "We have gone this far. "More, it's almost here, it's almost here." When we walked to Trojan Col, I saw a large group of troops eating road meals and waiting for us. My mood was like clouds and mist blown away by the wind, and I suddenly became enlightened when I finally saw the green mountains. Dania is so awesome! I persevered and my condition got better and better after lunch. I hope that cute Dania will charge the camera next time before coming out.
After the Trojan Horse Pass, the height difference in the mountains is only two to three hundred meters, and the mountain road becomes smooth. The mountain wind blew, and the clouds and mist enveloped us, making us wet and fogging up our glasses. The visibility was only about ten meters. The inn in the mountains was like a mirage, feeling so close yet so far away. During the afternoon journey, everyone relaxed a lot, and so did I. We became familiar with each other, started joking with each other, and saw more scenery in our eyes.
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(The mountain man with sultry hair, number’s clearest image record during this hike - a back view)
In the afternoon we climbed over Fayunjie, Fengchekou and Qianzhangyan one after another. The goal on the first day was to reach Wufa Inn before dark. Climbing high and low mountains, bathed in the mountain breeze and rain and mist, we gradually felt tired, and our knees and calves began to hurt. After walking through Fayunjie, there was basically a small inn every time we climbed a mountain. The excitement of seeing an inn on the next hill and the slight disappointment of discovering that it was not Wufa Inn ran through the afternoon itinerary.
After experiencing a day and night of being disconnected from the internet on Wugong Mountain, I was very uncomfortable and felt lost at first. I didn’t expect that the lack of mobile phone signal would also cause me to lose my sense of security. Later, Lemon Tea joked: “Don’t always think about surfing the Internet. When you connect to the Internet, you find that no one is looking for you at all." This is the fact, it is real in the world.
It was very cold on the mountain at night, and everyone huddled in the small room of the inn. We didn't get a good rest from the bus ride the night before, and were tired from hiking during the day. We went to bed around eight o'clock and lost consciousness as soon as we closed our eyes. At early eight o'clock, Lao Zhou, Lemon Tea, Chang'an, Dania, Oreo and I were drinking rum mixed with Sprite in the dining room. One sip warmed our whole body, and we chatted all the time. , alcohol and exhaustion made my mind confused, but at one moment I felt happy to the point of bubbling over, for this simple joy.
PROFILE
(Dinner at the inn)
The weather was not good, so we were not able to see the starry sky and the sunrise, and the meadows were still green and yellow, which was also a small regret.
The next day's itinerary was much simpler. Just climb over the Despair Slope, pass through the camping base, walk to Diaoma Village, and then go down the mountain. This section of Despair Slope is the most exciting section of the entire Wugong Mountain hike (in my opinion). It is a very steep hillside, with a slope of 70-80 degrees at the steepest point. We climbed up with our bodies hunched over, and the wind was blowing. The water vapor blew half of our bodies wet. When we turned around and looked back, we saw the rolling sea of clouds and rolling green mountains. We shouted, "It's worth it!"
Wugong Mountain
Qing Ming
We went down the mountain from the scenic spot. We were not tired, but it was torture. We had to walk seven or eight thousand concrete steps to go down the mountain. It probably felt like our knees were about to break. On the return bus, Shanren read our palms to us. The accuracy was so high that we were speechless and called Shanren Master nb! We had a dinner together when we returned to Wuhan in the evening. At this point, the trip to Wugong Mountain has come to an end.
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MOUNTAIN
(Everyone gathered around to let Shanren read their palms)
Next are some photos of everyone
Finally, the name of the travel note comes from the song "Youth Travel Notes". Looking back on this journey, I feel the excitement when planning, the nervousness when handing out the route book, the irritability when solving the problem of chartered bus tickets, the worry when starting to hike, and the increasingly relaxed feeling. My brain, the joy of crossing the mountains, the pain and fatigue of my body, and the joy of chatting with my friends. These emotions and experiences made up the complete me during this journey. All of these cannot be replicated, so every journey is once in a lifetime.