HakDo-Am (鶴到庵), a real challenging uphill for MTB. The hardest uphill in Seoul.

MTB (Moutain Bike) is born as an uphill machine. So, the Dosun-Sa course is a piece of cake for MTB. Until I found the HakDo-Am (鶴到庵) course, I believed MTB could climb any road easily. But, it's a real challenge. Even with the highest gear, it's not easy. Front-wheel kept on-the-air.
HakDo-Am (鶴到庵) is located in the middle of Mt. Bul-Am (佛巖山), established 400 years ago (Josun Dynasty) by monk Moo-Gong (無空). It has been told that Moo-Gong (無空) made this name (鶴到), meaning, "Cranes (鶴), enchanted by the beautiful sceneries of Mt. Bul-Am (佛巖山), came (到) here and played."
Also, this place is famous for having one of the largest 磨崖觀音菩薩像 which was crafted by the order of Empress Myeongseong (明成皇后 閔氏).
BGM: Chanson pour l'Auvergnat by Juliette Gréco
Google English translation
Song for the Auvergnat
(a northern dialect of Occitan spoken in central and southern France)
This song is yours
You the Auvergnat who without ceremony
Gave me four pieces of wood
When in my life it was cold
You who gave me fire when
Crunchies and Crunchies
All well-meaning people
Had closed the door in my face
It was nothing but a log fire
But it had warmed my body
And in my soul it still burns
Like a bonfire
You the Auvergnat when you die
When the undertaker takes you away
May he lead you through the sky
To the Eternal Father
This song is yours
You the hostess who without ceremony
Gave me four pieces of bread
When in my life it was hungry
You who opened your hutch for me when
Crunchies and Crunchies
All well-meaning people
Had fun watching me fast
It was nothing but a little bread
But it had warmed my body
And in my soul it still burns
Like a big feast
You the hostess when you die
When the undertaker takes you away
May he lead you through the sky
To the Eternal Father
This song is yours
You the stranger who without way
Unhappily smiled at me
When the gendarmes took me
You who did not applaud when
Crunchies and Crunchies
All well-meaning people
Laughed to see me take
It was nothing but a little honey
But it had warmed my body
And in my soul it still burns
Like a great sun
You the stranger when you die
When the undertaker takes you away
May he lead you through the sky
To the Eternal Father