Bukhansan 북한산
It took us about 10 metro stops and 16 bus stops to get to Bukhansan. Still, it's a marvel that there is a mountain in the heart of Seoul.
If Dave and I were in our 20s, sans kiddos, maybe we would make to to the top. Or maybe we'll have to come back in our 60s and 70s like the other Korean Seniors.
Wow. They are amazing and the have all the gear to prove it, walking sticks, sun hats, sock and lace protectors. You name it; they got it. When it started pouring, the panchos were out in a blink of an eye.
I was admiring how all the buses were clean, open and barely crowded. Then all the Halmoni and Haraboji Mountaineers jammed in from the middle. Dave got scrunched in the front. You can see his head under the mirror on the right. And this was only half as packed as the bus ride on the way back.
If you wish, you can get a stamp from every National Park in South Korea.
Dave and Lazlo trying to figure out the best way up.
Passing under the West Gate.
Lazlo on top of the West Gate.
Murang Temple ( 무 랑 사)
We made our way just up to NojeokSa (놎적사). Then it started raining, with thunder crackling, and we came back down.
Gazebo Rest Stop.
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