One of the things that always surprises me about trails in Taiwan is that “lived in” feel they have. Instead of the feeling of complete solitude, no matter how trackless the wilderness, you’ll come across signs of habitation. Often they’ll be signs of regular habitation, but there’s no one around.
Near the trail spur to go to Tiger mountain, there was a park table. On the table someone had scrawled a game board, and hand-drawn game pieces were still sitting on the table, as if the owners were coming back any minute.