28 Years Later
Trip Start Oct 03, 2007
6Trip End Oct 12, 2008
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During the previous night I had enjoyed a wonderful birthday dinner with my co-workers. Shabu-san is a Korean restaurant which offers the novelty of BBQ'ing your meal on a shovel. It's pretty quirky, really fun, and absolutely delicious. Long stings of adjectives aside - I spent the night undefeated in intense battles of rock, scissors, paper with the wait staff. My reward? Free drinks for the table (yes, the Koreans do love rock, scissors, paper this much.)
At some point during the week I'd decided to ring in my birthday with an early morning hike. Now standing at the trail-head I was unsure. It was below freezing and absolutely pitch black
I looked to my right - there was a quiet, but constant rumble from the city interrupted only occasionally by an odd car horn. Lights shone violet into the blackness, inviting me back to bed. I looked to my left - animals brayed and crowed hauntingly from the nearby farming village. Stars shone brightly. Both places seemed so far away. But the trail-head was here beneath me and I needed to make a decision.
Upon entering the forest the trees swished, rustling their leaves in the cold wind. I suddenly remembered the burial plots, large mounds of earth along the sides of the path. My heart started hammering as the forest swallowed me. Yet I continued, reassured as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. Now and then I would see the silhouette of the old man, treading along and then dissolving into darkness.
Soon I came across an overlook of the farm village which had seemed to be so far. Tiny lanterns winked and shifted as though adrift. Above the sky, which was washes of Indigo, seemed to pale with every passing minute... and soon twilight.
Happening across another overlook Daegu was awash in color. It was absolutely beautiful, so I sat for a moment to enjoy it.