On the plus side, my ankle worked. My son took me to a 4th century Buddhist Temple in the Korean Mountains. He had been there before and mentioned it was a bit of a hike. He couldn't find the parking area half-way up the mountain he had used before. We parked at the base. People who have read my blog will find it difficult to believe, but, I am not a complainer. I am a trouper. And I want that on my tombstone.
I was winded, to be sure. We saw the temple and continued upward. I did not make it to the tippy top. The last hundred yards was deeply eroded and pock-marked with loose stones. After they had disappeared, I started up after them. I got halfway and saw the folly of my venture. As it was, my
son had to support me most of the way down.
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