It has taken us two years....two full years of failed attempts to make it to this place. A wandering mind could not imagine such grotesque beauty of Wu Liao Jian, a trail that urges the climber quickly uphill to poke out on a naked ridgeline, following fixed ropes, through bamboo forests to the openness of sandstone peaking out from the jungle.
Crystal managing her way up two sections...the picture on the left is the first exit from lush brush to open air. Then....a tramp along a linear peak.
Peak ridge, with the accompanying (and often necessary...) roped section. Left, Crystal makes her way along the ridge while I, on the right, make my way through (yet another) roped section.
The map....I think, by the information on this map, that we walked at least 8 or 9 kilograms that day. Some maps had scratched out "g"'s and a nicely etched "m" in their place. Kind hikers, we are.
....Hawkmoth in action. So bloody cool. As we exited the trail, as the sun was dipping low and the hike was setting into our legs, we came upon this nice, perfectly Asian, scene. There is beauty in them thar hills.....
The trailhead...often weird and not-obvious trailheads mark the Taiwanese landscape. Unless, of course, you can read the Chinese in which case you are set and it is obvious. After a full two minutes of passing this place, utter solitude in the bush. The little shop was though, at the end of the day, a perfect place for a nice conversation and a beer as we waited for the (we hoped there was one at least...) bus that would take us back to town. 
After the hike, and a sleep, we made our way back to the train station, then home. The government's train exhibition - marking the historical journey that Taiwan's trains have made - caught our attention. A nice exhibit, full of interest......and horrid, weird, English. See below.
