No matter how high you climb Cold Mountain road, the way to Cold Mountain road never ends.
The long valley is stacked with boulders, its shoreline wet with lush grass.
Slippery moss, regardless of rain, pine trees singing, even without wind.
Who can go beyond the entangled world to sit with me in the midst of white clouds?
The Poems of the Cold Mountain (Hanshan Shi)
The vastness of the mountains, the raw beauty of the land, and just being.
The adventures are always there , whispering away in the background……explore the new work