Damyang Metasequoia Road
Last Updated October, 2015
The redwoods, once seen, leave a mark or create a vision that stays with you always. – John Steinbeck
Pictures can move our hearts and minds to a place far away from this one. Sometimes it’s too easy to avoid. Before visiting Damyang, I recall A friend who gave some pointers. People usually think of the bamboo forest but he quickly pointed out that the Damyang Metasequoia Road should be our first stop, and that a walk-through took him back to California. He spoke of beautiful redwoods and even though I had no clue, seeing something similar to them will be today’s focus. I’ve never been to the American West outside of an airport stop or two. One thing is certain today though. The leaves have started their inevitable turn and weekends are becoming a mad dash to spot the foliage before the coming winter.
Making the most out of any day becomes difficult during this time of year, thanks to unpredictable weather and the crowds. Things seem perfect one minute and all of a sudden everything gets interrupted by gloomy reminders of Jack Frost. This day starts off with enough sunlight that will hopefully hold throughout the rest of our visit to Damyang. Arriving early is always a smart move on the weekends and a perfect way to avoid crowds. Traffic starts picking up even as clouds take over the surrounding skies. The season’s unpredictability is winning out again but we park near the bamboo forest and pick up some bikes for a ride. We casually cycle along paths that cut through the Slow City and head towards around the Damyang Metasequoia Road. The path runs parallel to them and even from across the busy road, I imagine that it will be an awesome scene when we walk through. First we return the bikes and check out Damyang’s most famous attraction.
Slow Jam City
A walk through the bamboo forest leaves me thinking back to that talk a few days before and the redwoods. I love the green surroundings that the bamboo provides but the crowds turn me off. Here we’ve come after battling the ever-worsening traffic to overcome hordes of people that are throwing trash and spitting all over the place. This isn’t my scene, I think, as we head out and move to the Metasequoia Road. Seeing the trees lined up together and this time from the angle where they’re surrounding me, a song suddenly starts up from within. A monk is standing just inside the entrance and playing an acoustic guitar. He’s jamming out to some 70s pop songs reminiscent of James Taylor, though I can’t place the artist he’s covering. He greets us with a big smile before going into the chorus of that unknown tune. Walking around the orange-shaded ground, hordes of families and friends surround these beautiful trees. It’s crowded but with the mix of music and colors all around, I’m in love with this scene. Everyone here gets it and is standing here for one last chance to see some beauty.
Walking through the road and losing our place through these beautiful colors, we turn back and hope to get another listen to the monk playing some of my parents’ generation’s best tunes. Maybe I can ask him to name some of the songs and jog my feeble memory. However this time there’s no music. His set has long since finished and the monk has left the building. I still wish I knew the songs he was playing just a few minutes ago. I could almost sing along with him and am kicking myself for the names. Regardless, I’ll never forget that moment when we first saw him playing and smiling at the entrance. His bright face and beautiful songs along with those beautiful trees, will always be there. Nobody can take that away, even if I can’t remember the names of his songs. Those mental photographs and sounds will never leave, even if they grow fuzzy and less decipherable over time. I’ll always hear and see him playing as I’m approaching Damyang’s beautiful Metasequioa Road.
Isn’t music a wonderful thing? It’s something that I will use as a connection between the present and past. If I ever hear that song again, I’ll instantly remember the monk playing away at the Damyang Metasequoia Road. Then I’ll find a way to get the name. It won’t escape me next time!
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Getting to the Damyang Metasequioa Road
(Courtesy of Korea Tourism)
From Seoul’s Central City Bus Terminal, an express bus will get you to the Damyang Bus Terminal in about 3 hours 45 minutes. Travel time might jump up if you’re traveling during a busy or holiday weekend. From the Damyang Terminal, take Bus 10-1 and get off at the Gipeunsil (깊은실) bus Stop. Depending on traffic, travel time will take at least 15 minutes. From the bus stop, the Damyang Metasequioa Road is a short walk and easy to find when the colors are changing in the fall.