The Facts:
1)Mt. Emei is the highest of the Four Sacred Buddhist mountains in China. The summit’s elevation is 3,999 meters. There are around seventy-six monasteries scattered throughout the mountain, along with the first Buddhist temple ever built in China. This mountain is extremely momentous!
2)You should give yourself at least two days to explore the mountain. You can stay at monasteries and hotels near the summit, but they cost quite a bit more than the accommodations at the base. However, staying at the top is the best choice for people wanting to view the famous sunrise at the Golden Summit (weather permitting). I highly recommend staying at the Teddy Bear Hotel. It’s walking distance to the base of Mt. Emei (it takes like five minutes), the food is excellent, the atmosphere is fun, and the rooms are large and cozy. You should book it online before you go through any of the major sites like Booking.com. If you plan on staying at one of the monasteries on the trail, there’s no way to book ahead. So, keep that in mind when traveling during peak times, as there may not be any spaces available.
3)Estimated walking times on maps should not be taken literal. If you consider yourself fit, you will most likely beat the estimated time by an hour, or even a few hours.
4) Take Heed and talk with people along the trail to check in and make sure you are headed in the right direction. There are plenty of signs along the way to help guide you. But, there aren’t signs at every crossroad. This kind of life advice could be both taken literally and figuratively:)
5) You will pay lots of different fees. Of course, you will pay an entrance fee, every monastery will have a separate fee, and if you plan on taking the gondola to the top that is also a separate fee (and quite expensive).
6) You will be hiking thousands of stairs but it’s worth every step.
7) Bus shuttles make life super easy! They can get you (almost) to the top of Mt. Emei and also to the base. Manage your time wisely and be sure to know the shuttle bus times. If you are staying at one of the hotels in town, you don’t want to be stranded near the summit by nightfall because you missed the last shuttle at 4pm.
The Story:
There’s no denying the fact that most major cities in China are affected by smog, so it wasn’t surprising to see that Chengdu suffers a similar fate. I was hopeful that Emeishan would be different. Sadly, it wasn’t. The city was cloaked in a smog so thick, that I felt like my hands could part the pallid curtains before ascending the first set of stairs towards the Golden Summit. This would be the first time that I would hike in a 3M breathing mask. A combination of industrial pollution and local burning created an unsuitable environment for hiking. But I was hopeful once again, in thinking that at higher elevations the smog would turn into the “cloud sea” that Mt. Emei is actually famous for. After all, it is the highest of the Four Sacred Buddhist Mountains of China, reaching an elevation of 3,999 meters.
Ironically, the very activity I sought to quiet my mind by communing with nature led me to the same feelings I was trying to escape. The thoughts that have stayed by my side ever since moving to China almost two years ago leave me stressed- the air we breath is not meant to sustain life. I worry about people living in a world where they are denied the most basic human rights; clean air and water.
The smog traded places with a heavy fog and I climbed into obscurity. It was ghostly, mysterious, and at times nightmarish, because I couldn’t always see what was in front of me. The higher I climbed the more desolate the trek and silence surrounded me. My only companion was my bamboo walking stick that I used to rhythmically tap each stair to alert the Tibetan macaques of my presence. I learned quickly that they were waiting, watching, and following me in the trees. The problem is that in the dead of winter they become more aggressive in search of food. They were also bigger than I expected. In the beginning of my hike, I had attempted to intimidate one macaque and lost very quickly. Once it began showing its teeth and growling at me I knew I had to throw it whatever I could find and fast, as it started reaching towards me. Besides, I knew I had stepped onto their territory. It was they who ruled this mountain.
On another part of the trail, a troop of macaques were seconds from descending upon me when I was miraculously saved by a lone man who was defending his small shop by throwing large rocks into the trees. The macaques broke branches and left their hiding spot in the shadows. I caught a glimpse of the size of them and I was shocked. They were nearly half my size and obviously much stronger than I was. I stayed put until I could partner with some other hikers because there was no way I could protect myself alone.
In the end, I loved this hike. I loved climbing snow covered stairs. I loved stopping at temples along the way to pause and meditate. I loved the dew that clung to my hair and clothes. I loved the fog and the reduced visibility. You never knew exactly where you were going nor where you might end up. I was driven to keep climbing, intrigued by the mystery.