Out of nowhere an unassuming stone gate appeared at the top of a mountain road. It was only upon exiting my truck that I noticed a rough stone staircase rising into the morning mist. The damp stone stairs were treacherous, but I pressed on with the slowly building feeling that I was onto something.
I suddenly noticed a more elaborate gate in the distance. I cannot stress enough that the stairs are not to be taken lightly. The morning mist can make them slick, and their rough condition adds to the potential danger to even the most seasoned hiker.
Eventually, I arrived at a small, but attractive shrine after about 500 steps. What struck me at first was the age and size of the majestic cedars surrounding the shrine. These trees are obviously hundreds of years old.