The best time to visit Meili Snow Mountain and travel notes

Meili Snow Mountain is a sacred mountain. It has a great relationship with Buddhism and receives pilgrims for pilgrimage every year. The natural environment here is harsh. The strangest entry for people to search for Meili Snow Mountain is that Meili Snow Mountain is supernatural. Although I don't know whether it is true or not, there are still some adventures in Meili Snow Mountain, so I have compiled a travel book and the best travel time for you.

The best time to visit Meili Snow Mountain:

August, September and October are the best months of the year. In fact, as long as the weather conditions permit, the whole year is the best time to meet the needs of tourists to embark on an adventure journey.

Meili Snow Mountain Travel Guide:

Meili's call for Meili, with respect for Tibetan customs, reverence for sacredness and longing for the secret world, I listened to your call and came to your side in the late autumn of the year you were born on 20 15.

Shenhu, Shenpu and Hu Bing are the three holy places of Meili Yubeng, and Nylon Gorge is also known as the four major landscapes of Yubeng Village.

Shenhu Lake is high above sea level, more than 4,400 meters, undeveloped, with steep slopes, and few tourists go there. It is said that only a few people, no more than 50 people, board the magic fox every year (I doubt it), so it has an attractive mystery.

According to Tibetan legend, the Shenhu Lake is the tears of Mi Anzi, Kawagebo's beloved wife. It is crystal clear in winter and covered with gauze in spring. It's hazy and attractive. In summer, it is decorated with wild flowers. They are all charming. In autumn, it is full of dignity. It's blue and plain.

On August 15 of the Tibetan calendar every year, Tibetans washed away by rain go on a pilgrimage, hang prayer flags, pile up manza and chant Buddhist scriptures.

The rain falls at an altitude of 3050 meters, and Shenhu Lake is located at the top of Cuoka Mountain, 4700 meters northeast of Xiayubeng Village, with an altitude of 4400 meters. 1000 m climbing, coupled with the possible high risk, makes many hikers flinch. There are many opinions about the distance from the lake, one is 20 kilometers, the other is 15 kilometers, and so on. In my own experience, it is more reliable to go back and forth for 30 kilometers.

We didn't make a detailed plan because we left in such a hurry. It can be said that our route and itinerary are gradually formed during hiking.

Before the trip, I just browsed and printed some travel guides, focusing on the Ninong route, because the donkey friends said that there were too many forks in the road and it was easy to get lost.

I don't pay much attention to other routes, and I don't have the idea of going to Shenhu. On the way from the West Swing to the Fishing Crash, Englishman Andy and Australian Cherry (a native of Ningbo, Zhejiang, who once lived in Australia) kept asking us what we were going to do with the magic fox. They want to go there. They will go together if they can.

This reminds me of watching a young man's Shenzhen Raiders, "A person walks in the rain and collapses the Shenhu Lake (in fact, you don't need a guide)". How can our team be afraid if people dare to go alone? As a result, the idea of "going" came into being, and it was out of control. When it rains and collapses, anyone who asks him if he can't reach the magic fox will firmly answer "Yes".

Andy, a handsome English guy.

Andy, about thirty years old, is tall and thin. He is English. I teach English in a training institution in Chengdu, Sichuan, and earn money by traveling. I have traveled more than half of China. This time I just walked through Daocheng and came to Yubeng from Yunnan-Tibet Road. Starting from Feilai Temple, we arrived at Xidang in the same car. Because we were traveling at about the same speed, and Wei and I didn't look like bad guys, we soon joined our hiking team and became a trio.

Although DIY is dressed as a cowboy, his words and deeds can still reflect the character of a gentleman. When communicating with us, if we can't speak, we will use the translation software in our mobile phone to check, so there is not much obstacle to our communication. From the communication, he seems to be very interested in plants, especially looking forward to Gaoligong Mountain in Yunnan. Because of the itinerary, there is no plan for this trip. We have been together all the way, eating and living, and four days of friendship, and we get along very well. He told Wei and me that his work contract will expire in the second half of this year, when he will go to Bhutan to start a new job.

When it comes to leaving China, his words are full of nostalgia and love for China. He said that China is a big city with a long history, and he likes the diversity of China. Because he works and lives in Sichuan, he can even speak a few standard Sichuanese, and he loves spicy food.

Nice guy. I remember one detail of him. We shared a room in the hotel. After checking in, he always leaves his hiking shoes outside the door. The young man is in good health. It rains in late autumn and the temperature drops suddenly at night. He bathed in cold water.

From the night when Xidang arrived in Yubeng, Andy and Wei and I went out to look for food. On the way, Andy met a German he knew. He wandered around the village (forgot his name) and made an appointment to have dinner together. You're welcome. He agreed. So, a German, an Englishman and two China people gathered in a small restaurant in Yubeng Village for an international dinner.

Germans know a little English but don't know Chinese, British people can speak some Chinese (can't write or read), and China people only know a few English words. Seeing this, you can't help asking, how did you communicate at the dinner table? Isn't it just eating and chatting? Tell you, what does barrier-free communication depend on? Ah, wine! A few dishes, two bottles of barley soju, two drinks, a warm face and a warm ear, talking and gesticulating, can generally understand each other's words.

In the chat, the topic focused on the fox. The Germans said that as soon as he walked through the Shenhu Lake, we wanted to know more about it. Andy, as a temporary guest translator, asked questions that we were concerned about. After asking, Andy found paper and pen, drew a schematic diagram of Zhang Dejun's experience and relayed it to us, including altitude, slope, difficulty, time spent, route direction and so on. It is nuanced. These details reflect the seriousness and rigor of Europeans.

This meal is around 200 yuan. There is no AA system this time. It's our treat and welcome Europeans. For me, it was a good experience, an informal international dinner, no translation, and many foreign donkey friends. Let me deeply feel these foreign donkeys roaming the land of China, their courage, faith, their sophisticated equipment, their degree of integration into China culture and, of course, their capacity for drinking. More importantly, the communication at the dinner table provided an important reference for us to successfully walk through the Shenhu Lake.

After returning from Shenfu Waterfall, ANDIY told us that he had to cancel the Shenhu project because he wanted to meet friends in go to dali, expressing deep regret. In the evening, CHERRY called again and said that when her teacher was distracted by the waterfall, her feet were uncomfortable and she wanted to give up the fox. What should I do? Just me and Wei. Are we going or not? After discussion, I decided to go.

Two nights before going to Shenhu, it rained and collapsed. After dinner, Wei asked Andy to soak his feet to relieve fatigue. I went to several inns and asked the locals about foxes, which was similar to what the Germans introduced. So far, I personally have made full preparations for the trip to Shenhu. When we came back from Shenfu Waterfall, ANDIY told us that we had to cancel the Shenhu project because we had to meet friends in go to dali, and expressed deep regret. In the evening, CHERRY called again and said that when her teacher was distracted by the waterfall, her feet were uncomfortable and she wanted to give up the fox. What should I do? Just me and Wei. Are we going or not? After discussion, I decided to go.

On the eve of departure, Wei and Andy went to soak their feet again. I was chatting with the innkeeper's family by the fire in the inn alone. The innkeeper said that every year on the fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month, the villagers, old and young, who were raining climbed the Shenhu Lake, circled it and hung flags to worship. She also said that she could walk there in three hours. I thought it would take you three hours to get there. If we are as good as you, it will take six hours! Master Wang Binchuan of Dali, who helped the proprietress make wood, invited me to drink his highland barley wine. I gave him a box of Yuxi cigarettes, and the atmosphere in the tobacco exchange room was very cordial. Master Wang told me that he had been in the rain for many years. In recent years, due to the development of tourism, villagers have built or upgraded inns. He has a lot of work. In addition, he is an honest and frank person, and he has a good skill. He is popular in the storm and eats and lives casually. He said that every winter comes, it rains and it gets cold, so he goes back to his hometown in Dali and comes back in spring. Every year, he is half wet. He told me that he had been to Shenhu Lake, the scenery was beautiful, it was worth visiting, and the road was not difficult. Judging from our wandering between waterfalls and ice lakes, it is no problem to walk to Shenhu. While speaking, he took out his mobile phone and opened the photo album, showing me a photo of his precious fox. This is a beautiful photo of the mountain reflected in the lake. At first glance, he didn't see anything unusual. He asked me to look at the photo sideways, and a face came into view. He said it was a Buddha's head, and told me that it was necessary to be predestined. His words are full of satisfaction and pride. Encouraged by this, the temptation of the mysterious land and the beautiful scenery of the God Fox is irresistible and irresistible. Eager to expand, those hesitations, worries and fears dissipated. After three rounds of wine, the box was opened, and Master Wang told me a lot about his experiences in the rain collapse. Speaking of this inn, he pointed to the proprietress and said that she had two husbands and two brothers. The woman stayed at home with her two brothers. When she said this, the proprietress was listening, not ashamed, as if talking about other people's business. Master Wang said that this situation is more common among Tibetans. The first time I heard of such a marriage custom, people were dumbfounded.

"In the houses in the deep mountain valley, on the cold night of the plateau in late autumn, sitting around the Tibetan stove, smoking a cigarette and drinking wine, having such a homely chat and listening to the narrative of Master Wang and the proprietress, I feel very useful. Frank communication, happy jokes, no suspicion, no defense, sincere exchange of trust with each other, convey understanding with a smile, and warm the whole body in this harmonious atmosphere. Although it has been a long time, every time I think of the chat that night, especially yesterday. "

Back to the room, Wei and Andy are still awake. I told them about the chat. When hearing the Tibetan marriage custom of a woman marrying two brothers, Andy exclaimed "what" and "why", and his expression was incomprehensible and unbelievable. Andy said he had a younger brother. Since childhood, everything between them is very clear and almost impossible to share, but they actually share their wives! Ha ha ha, don't say it's unacceptable as a foreigner. I can't even understand it. This is the cultural conflict.

Get up at six in the morning, have breakfast at half past six, and climb the mountain at seven on time. As a result, everything is ready. When we went downstairs for breakfast at half past six, the kitchen door was closed and the proprietress had not got up yet. The "dishonesty" we have been complaining about. I have no choice but to find another place to eat. Because it's too early, most inns haven't opened yet. Finally found one, just opened, no face. Wei, Andy and I each asked for a cake and filled our stomachs with buttered tea brewed with boiling water. Then hit the road.

At this time, the sky has not been fully opened, and under the mist, Yubeng Village is quiet and serene. The fresh air is mixed with the smell of ghee and animal manure, and the pristine original ecology is not offensive. Occasionally, the cries of farmers are clear and bright, shouting the cycle of days. In the early morning, the outline of the farmhouse gradually became clear, and the sound from the house heralded the beginning of the villagers' day's work.

Because when we came down from Shenfu Waterfall the afternoon before, we had already explored the road according to the guide of Raiders. Although it was just dawn, we went straight to the bridge. After crossing the bridge to say goodbye to Andy, he once again asked to send him a photo of the fox. We answered, said something like wishing peace and good luck, and then broke up. He crossed the Ninon Canyon on the left and ran to Deqin alone. We walked along the path to the right, crossed the famous green sign that said "no traffic" and went straight to Shenhu.

In the morning, the temperature is very low. At first, we walked very fast, just burying our heads in the road and ignoring the scenery on both sides. After a while, the slope increased sharply, the car body began to heat up, and we slowed down. After walking for a while, there was a noise ahead. Looking closer, I saw a Tibetan woman crawling with a 6-year-old girl 15. I didn't know they were going to Shenhu until I asked. I sincerely admire their devotion to Tibetans. Further on, I saw a man resting and asked him where he was going. Because his Chinese expression is not clear, after repeated questions and answers, it is obvious that he went to Shenfu Waterfall instead of Shenhu. The mother and daughter in the back belong to his family, so I quickly told him that I had gone the wrong way. The man thanked him for turning around. This is the second time that Tibetans have gone the wrong way. Two days ago, they went to the lake. When they arrived at the base camp, they met a similar situation. At that time, they sighed for nearly six hours. The two Tibetans accidentally bumped into each other. When the Tibetans crossed the mountains in Meili, I realized that there was only one goal-Shenpu. They trekked all the way, flew over Daiyue and camped for the waterfall. Under the waterfall, they bathe, purify and pray. At the same time, it also lamented that the service guarantee of the local government was slightly insufficient.

During the Year of the Tibetan Sheep, many Tibetans came here from all directions. How to provide them with comprehensive and meticulous services deserves the government's consideration. Later, I learned that in order to ensure the safety and order of the mountain change, the local government has set up a joint working group composed of six departments, including civil affairs, religion, industry and commerce, and public security. Guide and coordinate all matters related to moving mountains in the Year of the Sheep. However, I still think it is necessary for the government to further perform its duties.

After showing the way to the lost Tibetans, we moved on. The road is getting narrower and narrower, winding and extending upward along a mountain full of trees. The sun rises, the surface temperature rises, the fog in the forest transpiration, and the air is fresh and humid. Looking around, the cedar is tall and thick, and the trunk is covered with moss. There are many big trees, azaleas and some unknown broad-leaved trees in the cedar forest. Imagine the breathtaking scenery when azaleas bloom in May and June. We seldom talk on the road, each feeling the breath of the forest and letting go of our thoughts far away from the city. Except for footsteps and heavy gasps, there was silence around, and occasionally birds sang, which made the atmosphere more ethereal and silent. Climbing in the forest, I feel calm, happy and not too tired.

Further up, I saw the figure shaking, a group of young donkey friends, three men and two women. These two women are wearing colorful outdoor clothes and professional equipment, and they are a little tired. They depend on each other for rest. Three men, standing or sitting, are also resting. When I get closer to look at people's faces, I remember walking in the village after dinner last night. In front of a grocery store, I heard two boys asking the store about the magic fox, so I stepped forward to chat up and see if we could get together. One of them said that they had two other donkeys and asked for a guide. After the exchange, they agreed to be partners, and left each other their telephone numbers, and agreed to meet at Baita at 7 am. However, the three of us went out early in the morning, and Baita didn't see anyone and no one answered the phone. We have to go by ourselves, but we don't want to meet on the road. So they greeted each other and explained to each other. After greeting, I didn't stay with them, but surpassed them and speeded up.

With the increase of altitude, the vertical distribution of vegetation becomes more obvious. There are fewer and fewer cedars blocking the line of sight, replaced by low shrubs and miscellaneous forests, and the field of vision is gradually broadened. Looking back at the foot of the mountain, Yubeng Village in Xia and Shang Dynasties and Yubeng Village in Yu Xia are located in the mountains, which seems a bit lonely. It's late autumn and the village is surrounded by yellow. You can't feel the freshness of other seasons. Only the smoke curled up on the roof expresses its vitality and vigor. Further up, out of the Woods, the snow is blowing head-on, Meili Mountain is close at hand, Kawagebo stands tall under the blue sky, and a small and heroic head stands on a huge body like King Kong. The mighty Holy Spirit, Jivaren 'an-Five Buddha Peaks, Zarawang Piles with Horses-General Peaks, and Boraka-Headless Peaks are all around, with different expressions. Standing at God's feet, staring at their dignity and recalling the shocking scene of the fall of cedar in Lenovo's agricultural base camp, I feel full of anger, sincerity and awe.

Climb more than 4000 meters, look around, under the sky, brown mountain spread around, magnificent; Between Qian Shan Wanhe and Gushenling, the Yunnan-Tibet Highway meanders like a ribbon on the mountainside in the distance. Feilai Temple is faintly visible in the distance, and the Lancang River flows quietly in the ravines. You can't see such a spectacular sight without climbing the mountain. In this case, people are full of heroism.

After taking photos on foot, drill out of the bushes and enter the alpine meadow. This section is a dangerous section of the whole line, about 200 meters long. It passes through a mountain covered with hay, which is very steep, almost 65 degrees. The cross-cutting path is narrow, and one foot can fall. There is a steeper mountain on the right and a deep valley on the left, only 60 meters under the tree. If you fall or slide down here, the consequences are unimaginable. This is a great challenge for people who are afraid of heights.

After carefully walking through the cross-cutting path, I thought I should arrive, but I found it was another difficult climb. Climb the steep slope and enter the gentle valley. This should be the alpine pasture introduced in the raiders. The ranch is very small, about the size of two basketball courts. I don't know the height here without an altimeter. We unloaded our luggage to rest and replenish water. Fortunately, although we were very tired, we didn't show any signs of overreaction. It is difficult to distinguish the footprints on the pasture. Through the pasture, traces are faintly visible on both sides. You explore the road to the left, and the end is a cliff. Turn right. On the right is a steep rock slope. The top of the slope connects with the sky. What is waiting for us? We searched all the way back and forth, and I don't know how long it took, but we finally climbed to the top of the mountain, but the fox we expected didn't appear. It is also a slope, with a small stone house of six or seven square meters in the middle. There is no roof, walls made of large and small stones, broken walls and empty houses, full of weeds and garbage. Why are houses built here? For what? Why was it abandoned? I don't know. As the future was uncertain, I didn't dare to stay long, so I bypassed the stone house and went on. Looking up, there was a prayer flag flying high. According to the experience of Hu Bing and Shenpu, prayer flags should be the end of Shenhu 354. We climbed towards the prayer flags and climbed about 100 meters. A stone wall more than two meters high stands in front of us. The stone wall is about 50 cm thick and 30 meters long, and its two ends are connected with the ridges on both sides.

Obviously, the stone wall is to block up, and a retaining wall is set on the only way to the Shenhu, with the intention of preventing tourists from boarding the Shenhu. Lenovo Tibetans successfully stopped Meili from climbing the mountain and the innkeeper's repeated warnings. I made the following guess. In the hearts of Tibetans, the fox is a sacred god. In order to prevent disturbing the gods, Tibetans built a house wall here and sent people to stick to it to prevent donkey friends from climbing the lake. At this point, a stone wall cannot stop it. We searched for a place to climb along the wall, and soon found a gap on the right, so we climbed up with both hands and feet. There is almost no vegetation in this section and the slope is steep. We chose the way of climbing in the rocks and slowly approached the prayer flags. Climbing to the prayer flags, I still can't see the magic fox, and after a while.

Except for the side where we came up, the other three sides are mountains, and the opposite mountain towering into the sky. It should be Kuokka Mountain. Hold the fox in your arms with open arms. Shenhu Lake has been frozen, like a sleeping baby. There are several nima piles of different sizes along the coast. On the opposite and both sides of the hillside, lichens and mosses grow sporadically, and they have withered. The whole environment is quiet and desolate, lifeless. Looking back, the vision is wide and the mountains are panoramic. Because it was blocked by the wrong mountain, I couldn't see the snow mountain. I put down my bag, found a place to sit down, lit a cigarette, and quietly felt the holiness and spirituality. I stick to my boss's warning, don't talk loudly, wash my hands and face in the lake, and I try not to touch her anywhere.

Maybe he didn't communicate with the proprietress face to face. Wei seems to be more casual. He smashed a big piece of ice with a stone and held it over his head for me to take a picture. Wei's behavior is beyond my principles. I refused to take pictures of him and seriously relayed Tibetan taboos. Then I got up, picked up the camera and walked to the mountain alone.