After I walked for about an hour, I reached the entrance of climbing road. There are some hotels and restaurants for tourist around there. They must be for climbers and skiers. But, it was silent town.A primary school student hailed me loudly. The event made me love this local town. I understood that good hail had a power.
In the cold wind, I started to climb.
hail:ζ¨ζΆγγ
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