There's a great story behind this hiking trail, which was told to us by one of the locals the first time we visited the area, a tale of a barefoot pilgrimage through the hills to pray for rain.
Praying for Rain
This story goes way back to the early days of Beijing Hikers.
Out scouting for a way over the mountains, Huilin and Gary were drinking tea and talking about hiking trails with Mr. Zhu, one of the villagers.
“When was the last time you walked over to Bailongtan [the end of the hike], Mr Zhu?”, asked Huilin.
And old Mr. Zhu had a story to tell about that!
“Well, back in the '80s, we had a terrible drought one of the years. No rain at all. The crops were dying, and were so hot we though they were going to catch fire. Without those crops, we were going to starve in winter.”
At that time Mr. Zhu was the village chief, and it was up to him to think of something.
“I decided that we'd all walk over the hills to the temple on the other side to pray for rain, and we thought that the only way the gods would take pity on us would be if we walked in bare feet. We were desperate!”
They all walked the trail through the rocky hills, feet getting sliced open by sharp rocks and spiked by thorns, all with the sun beating down.
Reaching the temple they said their prayers, lit incense, and sacrificed a lamb.
“We didn't know what else we could do, and we started walking home. We were almost all the way back when the rain started to fall.”
In early spring it's really dry in Beijing, so we organised a team of brave hikers to follow the footsteps of Mr Zhu and the villagers, taking the same trail over the hills to the end.
Followed by a fresh breeze from the north, we headed into the hills, first on a concrete road and then on to hill trails that led up and over tall ridges.
At the end of the hike we got what we were really praying for … a picnic with tasty snacks and cold bottles of beer!