천마산 10리길, 복합 전망대 그리고 스카이워크 (3)

** This voice utilizes TTS. ** This is a novel based on daily life. Cheonmasan 10-ri Trail, the Complex Observation Deck, and the Skywalk Chapter 16: The Sea of ​​Busan Unfolding in Panorama Before our eyes, the vibrant high-rise buildings of downtown Nampo-dong and the orange roofs of Jagalchi Market stretched out densely like miniature toys. Across the sea, the blue Bongnaesan Mountain on Yeongdo and the adjacent Songdo coastline harmonized with the white decks of the massive Namhang Bridge and Busan Port Bridge, creating a magnificent panoramic spectacle. The cool, salty sea breeze blowing ceaselessly from the ocean instantly swept away all the questions that had accumulated from the long descent and the fatigue in our legs. The massive cargo ships on the sea floated silently, as if they were standing still. The wind violently shook our clothes, and within that breeze, we were completely washing away the stress of the city. The fact that we were standing so high that we couldn't even see the small exit of Jagalchi Station, where we had started, in the distance, excited us even more. ** "I never get tired of seeing Busan, no matter how many times I look. How many cities in the world are there where you can see both the mountains and the sea at a glance like this?" Even one of the older brothers, usually known for his gruffness, seemed lost in thought today; he gazed at the sea with moist eyes and murmured softly. The noise of the city was blocked out by the high altitude, and only the sound of the massive wind filled our ears. Chapter 17: The Shade of a Giant Tree and a Secret Hideout Having poured out a massive amount of energy during the observatory tour and the thrilling, dizzying experience on the Skywalk, it was now time to replenish our depleted batteries. We moved to an open space under the shade of a giant, mystical-looking tree located right in front of the observatory. With cool breezes flowing freely in all directions and a smooth, compacted dirt ground, it was a very cozy natural resting place and our own secret hideout. "Little brothers, spread out two mats!" No sooner had the older brothers given the order than the quick-witted younger ones pulled two large silver foil mats out of their backpacks and spread them out across the ground. As soon as the 18 of them huddled together, sitting with their bottoms pressed against each other and their legs stretched out, truly magical events—like Doraemon's pocket—began to unfold from the older sisters' massive backpacks. This was because, every time a zipper opened, an endless stream of cold and fresh snacks poured out. First to appear from the sisters' backpacks were two containers full of plump, fresh, seedless green grapes that looked like they were 200% sweet. Following them, the mats were filled with various types of chilled canned drinks from cooler bags, still crunching with ice, chocolate—a hiking essential—and cherry tomatoes. Finally, there were even chewy and nutty Injeolmi rice cakes with the taste of a grandmother's cooking, which looked as if they had just been steamed at a local rice cake shop—it was truly the epitome of abundance. Chapter 18: Conversations at a Feast Scattered in the Autumn Breeze "Alright, everyone, you worked hard climbing the mountain today, so quench your thirst and recharge with some sugar. We need to eat before we can come back down." Starting with sweet, large green grapes, a feast of all kinds was laid out haphazardly on the mat. This simple banquet, shared with good company on the mountain, was sweeter and more valuable than any fine dining restaurant's gourmet meal in the world. "Wow, Sister. These green grapes are insane. They are cold, as if they were just taken out of the refrigerator, and the juice explodes in my mouth like a festival." I popped a few whole grapes into my mouth, puffing out my cheeks in amazement. "Eat heartily, Buldak-man. I heard you whining the loudest from behind earlier about taking the wrong course when we were going down a little. You only act tough when eating spicy food; your exaggeration is world-class. Eat well, and carry my backpack for me on the way down and hang in there." The older guys slapped my broad back like a smash and handed me a can of soda that had cool beads of sweat on it. Under the shade, we felt the cool autumn breeze on our bodies, laughing and chatting for a long time with each other's playful revelations and witty banter, enjoying a happy break where we lost track of time. Chapter 19: The Rampage of the Descent and the Raging Stomach After our enjoyable snack time and sweet rest under the shade came to an end, we packed up our belongings neatly, leaving not a single piece of trash or plastic bag behind, and set off on the descent from Mt. Cheonma. The shaded clearing where we had stayed was clean and tidy, just as it had been when we first arrived. Under the group's ironclad rule that a truly cool hiker is one who leaves a beautiful ma...