From the lower steps within the national park, the climb didn’t appear daunting, but that was deceiving because much of the pathway lay hidden within the forest. Few people were on the trail. I encountered about twelve during the climb, so it was quiet except for the chatter of birds.
The first 900 metres was nothing but steps climbing higher and higher, and the view lay hidden by the dense forest. When I reached a cairn, I set one fallen stone back in place hoping it would encourage me to keep going.
Although this was only a two kilometre trail, constant climbing made it hard going, but climbers were rewarded at the top with a panoramic view from three sides. If it hadn’t been so foggy, the view would have been even better. Descending was a breeze and hardly took any time.
But when I reached the small town, most of the restaurants had closed, but a couple I met on the trail and I found at least one place still doing business.