Man's Journey in Hailuogou: You came from a dream.

My mind is full of words and sentences, which are brewing and accumulating day by day, but I don't want to start writing. Probably (after the postgraduate entrance examination), such days have passed idly, and even my organizational thinking has been slack. Hehe, it hasn't been 2 days, and my belly is faintly coming back.) Fortunately, I will leave tomorrow morning, and my girl has a good rest (reassuring).

Hailuogou, located in Ganzi Prefecture, on the east slope of Gongga Mountain, 298 kilometers away from Chengdu, with a total area of 2 square kilometers, is a large-scale comprehensive scenic spot integrating low altitude, modern marine glaciers, hot springs, snow-capped mountains and virgin forests. Hailuogou, with a total length of 3.7 kilometers, is located in Moxi Town, Luding County, Ganzi Prefecture. It is the nearest and most accessible modern glacier scenic spot to big cities in China.

I remember it was before November, 23 (I worked for three months), and I thought about where to stop when my income and expenses were almost balanced. You need to know that the beautiful mountains and rivers in Shu are not far away from the city, and it is full of beautiful scenery. Isn't it a neglect to be lucky enough to live here without looking for fragrance? So I asked Brother Rui about Hailuogou-it's not far from here, so I always listen to it. Brother Rui praised the feeling of "soaking in hot springs under the snow". Hehe, in addition to learning more information on the Internet and knowing its unique charm, he was full of plans for a trip to the glacier.

It was three years in a flash. During this period, due to various reasons, Jiuzhaigou and Daocheng Yading were given priority, and we won't miss it until the end of the postgraduate entrance examination this winter. Hailuogou, however, has been mentioned more and more, and it seems to be second only to the nine places, rice, Emei and other places in the middle of Sichuan: it may not be as good as some other places in terms of development degree and landscape stereoscopic degree, but it has always been famous in the circle because of its unique glacier hot springs.

I'm still on my way alone, planning a little, shopping a little, and leaving for Xinnanmen at 9: a.m. on the 28th-this day was deliberately chosen. On Sunday, it's the day when major travel agencies return to the city from ditch, which just happened to stagger the group day on Monday, and it's time to come back after the weekend of self-driving individual travelers. The following situation will verify the rationality of this choice. The other advantage of being early is that I rank first: I like to be early in everything, like making an appointment. I would rather wait for others than let others wait for me. In my opinion, one is to respect principles, the other is to know that waiting for others is painful, and naturally I don't want to benefit or feel sorry for others.

The scenery along the way goes without saying. From Chengdu to Gangudi, it is the only way to go west. From the latter, you can go to Hailuogou, Kangding (and then go deep into the hinterland of Ganzi Prefecture) and other places. I have described it in detail in My Shangri-La, which mainly includes Chengya Expressway, Ya 'an Sanya and Erlang Mountain Tunnel, which is more than four kilometers long. You might as well extract a brother's travel notes, which are very bookish and far away. This "upstream" feeling is familiar-the dense and rich vegetation on the mountains on both sides. It's very different from the bare hillsides in the north. The whole mountain range is covered with green, which is simply "green." The car dealership seems to be walking in a huge watercolor painting of green mountains and green waters. The eye-catching green and fresh air are the best gifts that Shushan has given us and other urban people. "

Yes, the most enjoyable thing is Qingyijiang (or Yajiang? ) The green on both sides of the strait makes me have the impulse to smash open the window of the air-conditioned bus, and the breeze is slow, walking with you. By the way, the bus seat of the new South Gate Tourism Center is spacious and far more comfortable than before, but the driver keeps complaining that it is not as neat as the Yaxing car, because of the rear engine, so he is careful when crossing the ditch, hehe.

When traveling in the interior of western Sichuan, traffic jams, big and small, are commonplace. Otherwise, it is a dark sigh. Last year, when we went back and forth to Jiuzhaigou, we met a spectacular "car queue" on the Panshan Mountain. This time, the whole journey was basically smooth, only a car was filled in the stream on the mountain side of Erlang Mountain-although the weather was unusually warm, there was still dark ice on the road surface (the temperature problem was an extremely abnormal phenomenon this winter, I think it's a very important natural recruitment for the future development, and I want to talk about it in other diaries.) Fortunately, instead of falling into the valley, the local mountain people were called to help with crude steel cables. We asked the driver about the charge geometry and answered two or three thousand (pictured).

Since then, it's enough to go straight to Moxi Town and visit Hailuogou for three days, so there's no need to panic. It's the off-season, and there are not many tourists in the town. As in all famous scenic spots, hotels are lined up, and the parking place is one (the name is forgotten again, Khan, and he said to help him promote it). The boss is a handsome guy from Shuangliu, so I put a business card in everyone's pocket (I'm considering it on my return trip, and I get on the bus at the door). Set your mind on strolling to Mizoguchi, and the tourists in the same car will also go to their hotels in twos and threes, or go to the mountain gate with me to make plans. After all, the "three-day tour" can be combined in many ways, except that you have the right to take a leisure vacation, we all have to plan an economical and comfortable trip.

I first bought a bathing suit in a hot spring, then asked about the last bus time in the scenic spot, and then inquired about the standard room of Hangxing Hotel at the gate of the hotel. I was hesitating whether to enter the ditch immediately. The Tibetan girl, the salesman of Camp No.2, greeted me with pictures and texts. Hehe, it happened to be blended, and I casually looked through it and talked with her. In fact, the European standard room attracted me (I inquired when I was in Chengdu). It's just that the price in 48 yuan really makes me feel that it's not cost-effective to be alone. Later, when it comes to a five-person villa, it's not bad (on average, it's 12-16 after a discount for one person). I have a clever flash: Today is Sunday, and I'm likely to enjoy the whole villa alone! So I bargained a little (I am usually frank when it comes to buying and selling, but I don't want to think too much, so I always lose money when trading weapons in miracles:)), booked a room, went straight in and prepared to get on the bus, and six women and one man from the same car unit also decided to spend the first night at the Glacier Hot Spring Leisure Villa in Camp No.2 (these strangers will be mentioned later), and there was also a couple in Chengdu at Gongga Shentang (a big name)

There is at least an hour's drive between Camp No.1 and Camp No.2, and the road surface is asphalt, and the high altitude is sandy road, probably to prevent ice and snow from slipping. Look at the hot weather, we are all prepared not to see a snow before we set off, and the recent snow in the ditch was actually more than ten days ago, so when the roadside is covered with snow, it is enough to make Chengdu MM people who rarely snow yell, hehe, I smile.

according to the description of winter tourists, "Glacier Hot Spring Resort in Camp No.2 is the best place to soak in hot springs in the park. The rooms here are surrounded by mountains and waters-the mountains are snow-capped mountains, and the waters are seventeen hot spring pools with different sizes and temperatures.

The standard room we booked is halfway up the mountain, and it takes a long flight of stone stairs to get there. Panting, I opened the door and walked into the room, only to find that there was a small wooden balcony-a wooden table, two wooden chairs, wooden windows and wooden floors. Looking out of the window, there were mountains with snow tops above, and there were lots of steaming green hot spring pools below.

this place is really a great place to rest your temper. So we went to the hot springs in the afternoon and evening, and sat on the small balcony during the break, breathing fresh air and staring at the snow-capped mountains in a daze, looking for the feeling that "we can never get tired of seeing each other, only Jingting Mountain". It began to rain lightly at night, and there was a breeze blowing head-on. Outside the window, there is the sound of rain falling on the eaves. Under the colorful neon lights, you can vaguely see the misty water mist from the hot spring pool. This cloud is steaming Xia Wei, and the artistic conception of ringing the bell at night is also true and illusory ...

At the height of all hot spring pools, it is the birthplace of geothermal energy: "Gongga Shenquan". For thousands of years, hot springs have been faithfully gurgling out from here, adding a strong spiritual touch to the strange geological landscape of "ice and fire" in Hailuogou. "

... my situation is similar. After paying the house money, I went to the mountain with the staff for dinner along the stone steps (as shown in the picture). The elder sister talked about being a Zigong person, which made me feel a little sad. At this time, the sky is almost completely dark, and the cold is biting. I quite like this feeling from Jiangnan. It's only when it's cold in winter that it's enjoyable. It's best to have snow during the Spring Festival, and it's warm all the way. How can there be a breath of winter? While talking, I was already outside my room: a row of wooden houses on the second floor, the murmur of streams, the lights in the distance, and the imaginary hot springs hiding in the dark. Thank you for coming in. Hey, the off-season is definitely right. I'm the only one living in five two-story villas in Nuoda. I'm so comfortable:), I quickly put down my luggage, wash my face (if I turn on the tap, it's sulfur to disinfect the soap), and slap it around (as shown in the picture), just like climbing the "Evergreen" in my hometown with my cousin when I was a child and then taking a knife to carve it. At this moment, Yu Er called and chatted for a while ... After the phone call, she ate some dry food at random, and went to soak in the hot springs alone. Sweat, I was the only one who ran up and down and soaked all the pools. I felt a little bored and came back. It was only forty minutes before and after. I felt that it was not as good as Yibin Grand Canyon in terms of the scale and types of hot springs. That time, it was great. Other tourists are either eating or in karaoke bars, and one person is happy and quiet.

(I forgot, it's boring to make up the diary after more than two months, haha, here are some memory fragments, simple; I have to finish it quickly and record my trip to Guangxi during the Spring Festival, or I will forget it again.)

By the way, I met seven or eight young people in a beauty salon in Chengdu this time. Their female boss led a team on vacation, and only one of them was a tall and thin boy. Later, I learned that he was half a fellow villager in the same year as me, just hanging around the female boss. Maybe he was a soft meal. When I came, one of the girls sat next to me. Because Koharu and I "discussed" the serious problems of marriage and love the night before (hoping to help her), I was almost sleepy in the car, and I was too lazy to talk. I shrank and rested in my seat. In the afternoon, my spirit recovered, and the two of them spoke. She asked me some humanities along the way, and I tried my best to come together. Speaking of occupation, she asked me whether I usually take care of my skin. I smiled shyly and replied that I didn't love boys since I was a child, so my skin was criticized by her. Haha, I humbly asked for some knowledge about skin care products. Since then, I have been boarding with them until I return to Chengdu. For one thing, I am easy to get along with. Although I like to walk alone, I always get a good impression and make new friends outside. Going out is to help each other. Secondly, there are very few tourists, and they are fun. The girls in Sichuan are more powerful than boys. I especially enjoy listening to the reckless Sichuan gag at the dinner table. Unfortunately, I can't fit in for so many years because of language reasons. I am a girl. I occasionally make a funny comment:) That boy looks pretty white, but he has a habit of swearing sentence after sentence, which is juxtaposed with the continuous smell of smoke and the dishes cooked by animal offal. I can't wait to fight with him all the way (guess the situation, he is taller than me, but he is thin, so preemptive action should have a chance ... haha, of course, it's just a simulation). On the other hand, no matter how the other person disagrees with me or not, I can still try my best to restrain myself and treat each other with courtesy and honesty. Mutual respect and frankness are the big principles, so I can politely help people I don't like, and then I took the initiative to take him to drink and clink glasses when we had dinner together. My reasons are that Shanghai and the Soviet Union are half villagers, and the other is that I am 81 years old, hehe.

I didn't get up early the next day. Anyway, I had plenty of time. After checking out, I waited for them to gather at the front desk one after another, just enough to fill a bun and set off for Camp Three. By the way, the breakfast was very rich. I was probably the first customer. I sat in front of the transparent French window, looking at the snow-capped mountains in the distance, listening to the tinkling of streams, and swept a table of breakfast beautifully, as shown in the picture. I can't eat so much or eat breakfast at all at ordinary times, hehe. In Camp No.3, there is a wide range of snow and dark ice on the ground. The locals routinely promote the necessity of wearing crampons, and most of them are rented. It turns out that this is wise, especially for me, who can wear leather shoes. I originally wanted to go up by cable car without any problem, but who knows ...

The car continued to go up, and soon I arrived at the cable car station. On the way, there was a winding mountain plank road in the Woods. The weather was good. At this time, I still have two choices, that is, take the cable car to the observation deck or walk to the Great Ice Falls, and once again decide to take collective action. So, along a narrow mountain road full of snow and dark ice, I began to crawl, as shown in the figure.

At the beginning, the crampons on my right foot fell four or five times, almost two times. When my hand touched the ground, I broke the plastic bag for food and camera. What quality? I had no choice but to hold the gap with my hand. It was really a bit embarrassing. However, it's not too fast first. After I gradually caught my breath and trudged at a relatively normal pace, my tour guide and I waited for them at the top of the mountain for twenty minutes, so the tour guide took the initiative to explain to me a person's knowledge of glaciers, hehe. The crampons have been dropped for more than ten times, which has played a limited but indispensable role. I just saw an uncle from Yunnan at the top of the mountain, and showed me that he was wearing flat shoes. He even said that it was safe and reliable. I can't imagine it. It seems that my scraping friction is too weak.

The simplicity of the top of Hailuogou Mountain is beyond my expectation. A shack and a family can provide simple food such as mutton skewers. Because it is the only one, the prices of kebabs and mineral water are not low. I also saw a foreigner listening to Sichuan dialect as "ten yuan" as "four yuan". There was no wind, and the sun was warm, but it didn't last long. The glacier tongue extended from a distance to the canyon in front of us, and the color was dark, as if telling a story without words for hundreds of millions of years, while Gongga Mountain in king of the hill, Shu refused to join us in the distance and was completely surrounded by clouds (it was the last time I saw the mountain king in the sun on my way back from Daocheng).

At this point, the tour of Hailuogou has basically ended. In the last travel note, I wrote: If you saw the introduction and photos of the scenic spot and came here for this reason, you are likely to be disappointed, because those are often the most beautified results obtained by the most professional people at the most suitable angle in the most beautiful season, and the real scenery lies in our unique aesthetic discovery of the ever-changing nature ... Hailuogou is even more so, and we are not here. I am content to be away from the noisy city, even for a few short days.

when I was resting in the shack on the top of the mountain, I received a phone call from my old friend zy, who I haven't contacted for a long time. I was so happy that I made an appointment to go to "see" to apologize when I got back, haha. Zy talked about an affair with an old classmate GJ that I admire very much. It was another earthly life in which a boyfriend betrayed but his girlfriend forgave (maybe she didn't know it). It touched my mind and I couldn't help but sigh that people are such animals.