When I went up the mountain, I didn't intend to take a wild road. The sandy body, large slope, and few landing points were very exciting, but it was more interesting than walking away. The regular road down the mountain was all steps, the legs were soft, and I moved a little bit with a crutch, successfully attracting all the way to look and talk. Eat chicken under the mountain, after the hair shed more than five pounds of chicken fried one stew, tastes great!