Finally, this weekend I picked myself up and got on the Jungang train heading to the last stop, Yongmunsan station.
The bus ride up to the temple was filled with a scenic view of rice farms, traditional houses and of course colorful trees.
Getting off the bus the wind was a tidbit chilly, but things started to warm up. I made my way up towards the temple, but first mingled around an area near a museum.
Already I knew I was fulfilling a Korean right of passage, I guess. As I made my way pass an old amusement park that was out of order, I admired the reds and yellows.
The picture above certainly is one of my favorites from this trip. If you have never experienced Fall colors than you might not know the feeling. But to me when I am under a tree full of bursting color it sometimes feels like nature is glowing. It helps, of course, if the sun is coursing through the tree.
Stone stupas, hand made, along the path.
The following structure, in the next photo, was a bathroom and trinket shop.
Temple and more red and yellow explosiveness to come...