Entryway into the graveyard. From Confucius' mansion, we went to one of
the most sacred spots in all of China: Mount Tai.
You can walk up, or take the cable car to the first "station." After
that, you have to climb - stairs! Thousands of them! Maybe millions!
Anyhow, there are a lot of stairs. At intervals, there are temples, and
scenic vistas. The temples were quite active. Buddhist monks were
praying, incense was burning, and gongs were gonging. The sounds
carried across the mountains which were wreathed in fog. It was all
highly dramatic. The temples have been built every-which-way all over
the mountainside -- wherever there was flat ground, or ground that
be made flat.
People come to Mount Tai to pray. Many childless couples buy red
ribbons to tie onto tree branches to petition the gods for a son. They
also come to look at the scenery. As is common throughout China, there
are people selling "stuff" at every turn: drinks, food, ribbons,
incense, tourist toys, etc. I was still freezing.