Where deities dwell
A four-hour hiking route indeed offers what seems to be an almost spiritual experience.
It starts from a forested valley laced with streams that gurgle through the cracks among cliffs from which waterfalls gush.
Many mountains have been given anthropomorphic designations.
General Cliff resembles the crisp profile of a handsome, helmeted military leader.
In the distance is Sleeping Beauty Rock, which looks like a beautiful young woman reclining, clad in vegetation. Local lore has it that the general is guarding his lover.
A cable car leads up the sheer mountainsides. Walkways cling to the cliffs.
It's the kind of wonderland scenery, in the capital-W sense, that perhaps hints as to how Alice felt.
You almost wonder where exactly the gods hide among the mountains that stab through the mist.