
22/02/2025
When I picked the old rusty padlock on the decaying shutters of King Gongmins (r.1351-74) shrine, his guardian spirit tigers eyes glared white at me. I ignored him and moved the wooden tablet out the tigers way and took a photo. They knew who I was. I have been scouting this rugged mountain of Cheongryangsan for several years now. I knew where his guards hid the King, his wife and mother, when the dogged red turban mercenaries had been sent from China to kill the King. I knew where the unmarked backcountry ridge was that his men patrolled until the mercenaries stopped searching and left. Wangmosan, Gosangri, Chukyungbong, Janggunbong. I knew. I was there. After his wife died giving birth to a stillborn, the Goryeo king became unwell and his supposed house servants killed him in his bed. Dirty bastards. All he tried to do was reclaim original territory of the larger Goryeo dynasty. Then the Joseon dynasty began. The forming of Neo Confucianism. The longest reigning Kingdom in all northeast Asia until the J**s skewered their way into the peninsula in 1895. Annexing Korea in 1910.
I got two international schools coming to the cold dark mountains of Cheongryangsan next month for more Duke of Edinburgh Award backpacks. The season is getting under way again. The Korean winter is still here. Jan and Feb have been old school typical sub zero temps, although recent sunny weather has melted snows off, it is still around in the shadows and I can see from here the snow on the higher ridge of Sobaeksan is permanent. The trans Siberian wind that rattles down the Baekdu-daegan will cut straight through like a merciless bayonet. It is both great and cruel. #청량산 #공민왕당 #축융봉 #안동시 #봉화군 #로저셰퍼드 #하이크코리아