BADALING — Here I am at the Great Wall of China. Don't I look proud? I'm hiding my PTSD well.
I went to the Badaling site, which was about an hour's drive with my trusty hired driver away from my hotel north of the city proper. We arrived after a little bit of early morning traffic in the city and I eagerly walked up to purchase my ticket for the gondola ride up the northern mountain range of China.
Keep in mind that where I live now (on the East coast), there are these hills they call mountains. No big deal. Like baby mountains. But where I was born, in Yosemite National Park, Calif., we have the Sierra Nevadas. Big mountains. Real mountains. So when I arrived at the Badaling side, I was happy to see that the Great Wall hugged similarly majestic mountains ... until I got into the gondola for the ride up.


