Mount Hua rises as a cluster of near-vertical granite peaks so steep that, for most of its history, a single perilous trail was the only way to the top. That is the root of an old saying: there has always been just one road up Hua. Taoist hermits, emperors and pilgrims have come here for more than two thousand years, and the cliffs are threaded with rock-cut shrines and chained stairways worn smooth underfoot. The five main summits — East, West, South, North and Central — cluster like the petals of a flower, which is how the mountain earned its name; hua means flower. Highest of them, the South Peak reaches 2,155 metres and carries the old title Monarch of Hua.
Climbing Hua is as much a test of nerve as of legs. The route hauls you up the knife-edge steps of Azure Dragon Ridge and the near-vertical Heavenly Stairs. Its most infamous stretch is the Changkong plank walk on the South Peak: a line of wooden boards bolted to a sheer cliff, crossed while clipped to a cable, routinely called the world's most dangerous hike. Reach the East Peak before daybreak and the rising sun lights a rolling sea of clouds, while red prayer ribbons tied to the iron chains snap in the wind. Today the ordeal is optional. Cable cars lift visitors to the North and West peaks in minutes, and the plank walk has become a harnessed detour rather than a rite of passage. What stays the same is the vertical granite, the mist pooling in the valleys, and the pines that root themselves somehow in bare stone.