A little experiment. I’m tapping this in the dark on my iPhone beneath the weathered pine you can (hopefully) see in the (hopefully) attached phone picture. It’s my favourite tree in Korea, and I’ve wanted to get to know it better since seeing a man in a business suit leaning on it on my first “proper” hike in this country, six months or more and over 70 walks ago.
It’s worked out better than I imagined. It was a hot day today, very hot; kids cavorted in the town fountain and old people sat in the shade halfheartedly swinging fans. I didn’t start up through the woods till 2:30, knowing I had a good six hours of daylight to play with. Bulmo-San was almost deserted, the heat and drenching humidity apparently as effective a deterrent as any storm. I carried four litres of water and wish I’d brought more — I just ate a vegetable croquette that was equal parts salt and oil, delicious but oh, so dehydrating.
Last time I came up here I succumbed badly to dehydration and half-drained the Jangyu Temple springs when I finally made it there. Hopefully the ice-cream vendor who hikes up Bieum-San with a homemade icebox on his back will be there in the morning, an hour’s walk along the ridge.
I’m stealth-camping tonight here on Daeam-San — Big Rock Mountain. The ground here under the tree is stony and uneven; I’ll probably stretch out on a bench in the nearby pavilion. I wish you could see the incredible spectacle of the lights of Changwon sparkling into the farthest corners of the valley floor. Shirtless, my stinky shirt fluttering from a pine bough, the breeze sweeping up across the ridge from the nearby coast feels magnificent. Big Star are singing ‘Watch the Sunrise’ in my headphones, advice I plan to take in a few hours’ time.
Oh, the experiment? I’ve only blogged “from the field” once before using the WordPress phone app, but this time next week I should be enjoying my second night of a multi-day long-distance ramble I have in mind for my summer break. All going well, I’ll be posting regularly en route to who the heck knows where.
Time I started blowing up the old air mattress. Hope the very laidback resident chipmunk doesn’t take any liberties with my food sack…
~ And that’s all the Goat wrote