Day 6
This will be our last full day in Tiger Leaping Gorge. Though we are looking forward to our last location, Shangri-La, we will definitely miss this place. The people have been wonderful, the food great, and the scenery wonderful.
After 2 days of hiking like I haven’t hiked in over a decade, I was really tired this morning. FII wanted to go with Sean up to the high trail that goes along the ridge near the top, but I was quite sure I would not be able to make it without holding them up considerably. After only a brief argument with my ego, I decide to send them off by themselves while I simply walked down the road a ways toward the end of the Gorge.
Even walking on this level road I occasionally had one or the other leg give out and I almost fell a few times. Ridiculous for a man of 22!
I started off down the road…
…and looked up to see rock walls in grave jeopardy of instant decomposition.
Having regained my macho bravado, it was with only a small amount of trepidation that walked under this cliff, despite the evidence before me of the hazards of doing so.
I occasionally got a nice view of the Gorge,…
…but mostly I had views of the opposite side of the Gorge, with an occasional local animal for company.
This particular goat herd was being shepherded by a middle aged man (far right) who refused to even turn his head in my direction as we passed each other.
As I neared the end of my journey today,…
…dictated by my estimate of whether I could make it back to Sean’s, I sat on a big rock for a while, just admiring the far side of the Gorge and the trail that zigzagged up its side, wishing I could someday hike it.
Turning to my right whence I came, I saw the trail we took at the end of the first day making it’s way around the side of the mountain.
I had no choice but to take my time returning to Sean’s, whereupon I celebrated by having my favorite dish at that place: yes, mushroom soup.
As I recall, I was alone in the place when the “German” walked in for lunch. Not being one to shy from a challenge, I stood up and gestured for him to join me. Momentarily reluctant, he succumbed to my obvious charm and sat down opposite me. I introduced myself. He did, also. He was French.
We talked for about an hour. He was traveling by himself. He gave me lots of details about his life, which I instantly forgot, of course. I asked him specifically why he didn’t join any of us at one of the larger tables the night before. He said that he didn’t want to intrude on anyone. I said I thought he was German because his self-imposed solitude reminded me of the cool standoffishness of Germans in international settings. He said that wasn’t the first time someone has told him that and he wondered aloud what he could do about it. I humbly suggested that when he enters a scene where there are other people, he simply walk up and introduce himself; if they want him to join them, they’ll say so. He agreed to do this henceforth.
Meanwhile, FII and Sean were hiking the high trail where they were exposed to grander vistas than I.
At times that trail was a bit rocky, passing by small mountain villages,…
…or crossing small foot-bridges.
At other times, the trail merged with dirt roads, populated in part by goats like my own.
I won’t mislead you by suggesting FII was huffing and puffing (something I’ve never seen him do, much to my dismay), but I suspect he was occasionally a little tired. Sean, meanwhile, just like his daughter Lucy and his whatever Lily, sauntered casually up all slopes, texting constantly.
As they walked through the villages, they would stumble upon a quaint traditional residence…
…or a small temple.
Sean took a brief break from texting to take picture of the temple. (Thank God for cell phones!!)
I leave you with two views of the Jinsha River, the first looking upriver, the second looking downriver. For you non-hikers, it’s hard to convey in words and even photos the majesty of places like this. You really have to be there to get the full 360-degree effect of the world around you. For some spiritual people, places like this tend to provide a perspective not achieved in the hustle and bustle of city life. Ask Henry David T.
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