This morning we went with a friend on a hike up Monkey Mountain for the first time since returning to Taiwan. I was worried that the typhoon would have left the paths littered with fallen trees. But as it turned out you could hardly tell there'd been a storm given how little damage we saw.

The mountain was quite busy with lots of small crowds at the tables and pavilions scattered around in the woods. There are people who carry up the mountain gallons of water, propane tanks and all the paraphernalia to supply dozens of people with hot tea. At one such spot a woman reached into her backpack to take out a bag of snacks and a monkey came swooping in to grab it away before she could even react. When she decided to rummage around for the second bag we decided to leave so as not to get caught between any monkeys and her food.

At another lookout area a man had carried up his guitar and was playing to an appreciative audience, both people and monkeys.

The views from the back side of the mountain were nice despite the occasional rain. There were plenty of monkeys to admire, although I didn't take many photos of them. I still enjoy seeing them very much but I don't feel the need to photograph all of them. I did take a few shots just to document that they were there.

That's the ocean off in the distance.