Cycling the Silk of Fótú Guãn

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Somewhere on the steep ridges of Fótú Guān (佛图关), the cliffs whisper stories of old — prayer-etched stones, craggy slopes, and a silent watch over the city below.

Riding through this ancient pass felt like threading through time: the road carved into cliff flanks, Buddhist reliefs peering from rock faces, and the air turning thinner with every turn. At dusk, I paused in a grotto beneath a carved Bodhisattva and let the gravity of centuries settle in.

This was more than a ride — it was a pilgrimage on two wheels.

Post by pym106 | Oct 9, 2025