If I'd been thinking I would have bought something for the hike. But I wasn't, so I didn't.
Stacking rocks on other rocks is like making a little wish or something, each person adding one when they pass in hopes that it won't fall down, like a public game of Jenga.
View from the top, a spot you had to climb up a rock face with a rope to get to.
Tie a tag on a tree to prove you were there, or publicly post that someone is a dumb asshole where they can't be bothered to do anything about it.
A plaque that says something about something, likely a formal insult
It was on okay view
There was this cool shack in the middle of the woods along the trail where you could stop and sit on a dilapidated platform for a meal before continuing on your way. We got a sample of some pine needle soju, which very accurately mimicked the smell and probable flavour of a cup of turpentine. Instead we opted for this bowl of makgeolli.
Less of a poisonous aftertaste
Another temple on the way back, featuring bright red maple trees
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