The trail is said to be the most dangerous
in the world. After you see it, you can understand why – tiny ledges, or a bare
few planks bolted to the cliff face, in both cases hardly wide enough for a
person to shuffle along crabwise. There is no guard-rail – only a chain strung
along the cliff for travellers to hold. In places, you must climb up a ‘ladder’
to a higher level.
I use the word ladder loosely. It is
comprised of spikes of steel driven into crevices in the rock.
The trail’s most dangerous sections feature
such names as Thousand-Foot Precipice, Hundred-Foot Crevice and Black Dragon
Ridge – names to inspire confidence for sure. No statistics are kept, but as
many as 100 people may die on the trail each year. The trail leads to only one
place.
A teahouse.
Yes, you read that correctly. Tourists
brave the most dangerous trail in the world, literally risking their lives, for
tea.
Or more probably, just so they can say they
did it.
I have no intention of doing it myself, but
the first thing I thought when I saw it was ‘How can I use that in a story?’
I didn’t have an immediate use for it. My
current project, In the Company of the Dead, is set almost entirely
within the confines of a castle. No cliff climbing likely, and I had to concede
that any attempt to include one would be artificial – damn.
I suddenly recalled the trail while talking
to my husband one day. I told him about it, particularly about the teahouse,
and after the conversation lapsed I remembered I wanted to use it.
I had just started a short story, The
Dilemma of Twins, which is set in
the same world as my short story A Magical Melody. There wasn’t much to
it yet, but I had a notion that it involved a ‘high place’ which I was loosely
calling the Sky Pillars. And then I realised, if there is a high place, they
need to get there.
Yes, I
made my main character climb a dangerous trail and cling to a cliff face over
dizzying drops.
Hey, it
could have been worse.
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2 comments:
Yikes! I am not fearful enough of heights to call it a phobia, but I AM fearful of heights enough that I would NEVER be found on this particular mountain trail! (Okay, I can picture someone as fearful as I am of heights being forced to climb something like this in a story plot line, but not in reality!)
I wouldn't cal my fear of heights a phoa either, but I'm smart enough not to climb this LOL. Not for tourism's sake anyway. Maybe in a desperate bid to save a loved one's life. But damn you'd have to have nerves of steel for this not to give you pause.
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