Caveman's Festivus--Mt. Nantai

 I celebrated another orbit around the sun this week.  My 53rd festivus.  

A few years ago, I started to celebrate each birthday, each of my festivuses (festivii?) with some feat of strength. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bR3S690EF2U&t=91s

I've been in the hospital a bit lately and haven't been in the mountains since June 1.  And, since it was time for the annual feat of strength, I decided to take a special trip and hop a train up to Nikko to climb Mt Nantai, one of the 100 Famous Mountains in Japan.

Since it is rainy season, the views weren't spectacular but it didn't rain and I got home safely.  

I was just about the only tourist there.  I stayed at an Air BnB on Monday night and my hosts said they hadn't had guests since May.  When I came off the mountain and got to the station, I found all of the souvenir shops were closed.  It was like a ghost town.

For this trip, I started at the Futaarasan Shrine (二荒山神社).  

The shrine is right next to Lake Chuzenji, so I stopped there for a few pictures first.  It was so nice to be the only person there.

There were the expected traditional statues and buildings you would see at a shrine in  Nikko.

This shrine maintains this mountain.  They have a lot of cautionary information at the bottom.  Perhaps they get daytrippers here that aren't ready for the steep climb that Mt Nantai is.  It's only about 4.5 km from the shrine to the top, but it is an ascent of about 1,200 meters in that distance.  

That's about 300 flights of stairs!

They even have their own hiking plan notification form they expect you to fill out and leave with them.  I already had filed a plan with the authorities online so I tried to decline.  The old dudes staffing the shrine insisted and when they saw I was planning on going beyond Mt Nantai and exiting the mountains somewhere else, they tried their best to talk me out of it.  They wanted me to just go up and down Mt Nantai.  Considering that I had invested so much time and money into this trip, I wasn't about to be satisfied with a 3 or 4-hour hike.  I told them what they wanted to hear and went on my merry way.  I had left my phone number with them so if they were concerned that I hadn't returned to them, they didn't show that concern by calling me!

I don't hold it against them because it is their mountain . . . but I was a little disappointed to find out they charge you ¥1,000 to climb it.  If I'd known all this, I probably would have chosen a different route.

This picture is getting near the top.  That is Lake Chuzenji.  Mt. Nantai dominates it.  I'll post a picture I took in November from the lake looking up.

This is what it looks like from below.

Another picture from the top.

That's a little shrine just off the top.

These are my footprints for the day.

I saved a bundle on bus fare.  

The bus companies have different plans for traveling around to the tourist sites.  You can spend about ¥2,000~¥3,000 buying a pass to get around for the day.

My Air BnB host was kind enough to drive me to the Futarasanji in the morning.  I was expecting the one-way bus ticket back to town to be ¥1,150 but because of where I exited the mountains, it was only ¥410.  (I still think that was an expensive bus ride.  It was only 2 or 3 miles.) 

I got on the bus at the Uraminotakiiriguchi Bus Stop.  This is just down the street from the Uraminotaki.  (Uramino means something like "back view" and taki means "falls").  That would be a nice place for a family picnic.  There is a parking lot with a public restroom and picnic area next to the river and a 500-meter wooden walkway along the river to some falls.  I was the only person there.

Until next time.  Take care of yourselves and watch out for bears.

On second thought, I'm more worried about pit vipers.  Watch out for them.  I've seen many more of them than I have seen bears.  And look out for wild dogs.  The old dudes at the shrine were telling me to be careful of wild dogs.

And, by the way.  If you've ever had a birthday, be grateful.  

The first fact about the celebration of a birthday is that it is a way of affirming defiantly, and even flamboyantly, that it is a good thing to be alive.

G.K. Chesterton

I was diagnosed with cancer this year and had two surgeries to take care of it.  It looks like they got it all and I'm going to live!  I feel like I hit some kind of health or life lottery.  I am so grateful to be able to keep hiking and loving and experiencing beauty and all the other wonderous stuff that goes along with being alive.  

I am consciously grateful for this gift of life to the Giver of Life.

Want to see another of the Hundred Famous Mountains?  Check out Mt. Kobushigatake

On progress vs. perfection

Greetings cave critters,

File this post under things shared around the campfire.  There won't be any pictures of mountains.

I will show you this picture of an insect.  It has absolutely nothing to do with this post.  It just happens to be one of my favorite pictures of all time.

For much of much** my life, I have suffered from perfectionism.  I suspect that most perfectionists are driven to do things absolutely correctly and won't put up with any mistakes.  My perfectionism is a bit different.  To me, my default was that if something couldn't be completely right, well then just screw it.

**I'm getting better.  I'm going to leave that typo right where it is.  That's my way of helping you get over your O.C.D.  Two birds with one stone!

A few things over the past few days have had me musing about this topic of progress vs. perfection.

The other day I was working out by the river.  In these COVID times when the gyms are often closed, I have gotten creative in finding ways to work out.  One of my favorites is to bike to a river and use river rocks for weight training.  With all those rocks God put there of various shapes, sizes, and weights, who needs a weight room?!  Anyway, as I was happily grunting my way through a caveman-worthy workout, it dawned on me that I was at a place on the river that was a milestone of sorts.  A few years ago, when I started getting in shape I remember the first time I rode my bicycle there.  It's about 8 miles.  That seemed so far at the time.  Now going there is really nothing.  It is about as taxing as walking to 7-11.  I go there to start working out.  (Come to think of it, back in those days, going to 7-11 was probably as taxing as riding 8 miles is today.)

Later that afternoon I was home and was hunting through the medicine cabinet for something or other and came across a whole variety of ace bandages and rehabilitation-type bands that I needed in the past.  I had forgotten all those things.  For the first year or two of working out, it seemed like there was always at least one part of my body that was out of commission--a frozen joint here, a muscle strain there . . .  It seemed like I always had to work out around the parts that weren't working.

Now, I feel really no pain anywhere.  I feel more healthy and athletic than I did when I was in high school or college.

Why?

Receiving encouragement from someone who loved me and focussing on the joy of progress rather than the insistence on perfection are two pieces of the puzzle.

My exercise life now and all this fun I have in the woods started with my blushing bride's encouragement before her daddy pulled out his shotgun.  (OK, there was no shotgun involved, but you know what I'm talking about.)  We married a bit later in life.  (At least in my life.  She's much younger than me.)  When we were courting, I had been living a sedentary lifestyle for a long time.  I was fat.  I had been smoking for over 30 years.  When I broached the topic that I smoked with her, I told her that I wouldn't be surprised if it were a dealbreaker for her; and that though I wanted to quit I had never been really able to put them down.  She replied with the most amazing response, "Well, I understand.  I just wish you could live a long time so we could have a long, happy life together."

That type of loving encouragement with the added dimension of not compelling me to quit was just what I needed.  I knew smoking was bad for me all my life but when my teachers, society, parents, etc. said "Don't do that!",  it just made me want to smoke more.  (When I see smokers being shunned in society today, part of me wants to tell them I'm down with their struggle.)  

After decades of smoking, I was able to put it down really easily.  Ridiculously easily.  The other times I'd tried to stop were torture.

Not long after that, as our wedding was approaching, I decided to try to shed some pounds.  Now, most of my life I have hated exercise.    I never understood those weirdos who talked about enjoying working out.  I had no idea what an endorphin rush was.  Is that a trick play in football or lunchtime at Seaworld?  I just knew what wheezing and pain were.  The invitation "Let's go for a run." sounded to me as much fun as "Let's go bang our thumbs with hammers."  I was never a jock in school.  (My perfectionism wouldn't allow me to play any sport unless I could beat people like Michael Jordan.)  In the army, I learned a lot of exercises, but it always felt like punishment and I never saw improvement.

Anyway, I got a personal trainer for a month.  I made some changes in my diet.  It's amazing how effective exercising and eating less crap can be when you're really out of shape.  I can't remember exactly how much, but I think I lost probably 10 pounds in the first month.

That was 5 or 6 years ago.  Now I continue to still enjoy working out.  It's not about expecting perfection though.  I shoot for perfection but I don't berate myself for not attaining it.  That is the kind of thinking that kept me sitting on the floor eating Cheetos and smoking Marlboros all those years.  I still have a bit of a spare tire--but I'm not going to obsess over that.  I am just happy not to be the Michelin man anymore!  I do challenge myself.  I would go so far as to say that I even "fat-shamed" myself sometimes when working out.  "Come on, fatso, is that the best you're got?"  haha  But I do that tongue in cheek.  I know the only one I'm competing with is myself and I really do enjoy seeing the positive changes in my body and mind's condition.

There're a few sentences in a spiritual book I like a lot:  

Do not be discouraged. No one among us has been able to maintain anything like perfect adherence to these principles. We are not saints. The point is, that we are willing to grow along spiritual lines. The principles we have set down are guides to progress. We claim spiritual progress rather than spiritual perfection.

Some people might take this to mean that we shouldn't try to be saints.  That's not what it means to me.  It simply means I'm not going to give up because I'm not a saint now.  Just as I'm not going to give up working out because I'm not as fast as Usain Bolt or as strong as Arnold Schwarzenegger.  (I am going to keep trying to catch up with them though.  Who knows? I might just do it.)

I had a similar experience with music throughout my life.  I started playing guitar when I was about 10.  I liked it but dropped it after a few years because I hadn't become as good as Eric Clapton.  Decades later I picked it up again and was able to improve and enjoy it when I changed my attitude.  I stopped expecting perfection of myself and remembered it's supposed to be about playing.  Then I was ready for music because playing is fun.

I'm at a loss for a pithy statement to end with so I'll add my version of this quote that I've heard.

I may not be the man I ought to be or the man that I will be--but thank God, I’m not the man I was.

I'll be away from the mountains for a few weeks.  Hopefully I'll have something to post around the end of June.

Lk 5:16

Torisawa Station to Otsuki Station

 Greetings cave critters.

I went for a hike from Torisawa Station on the Chuo train line to Otsuki Station on the same line the other day.  I've hiked quite a bit in this area before, but only on the north side of the Chuo Line.  The hills to the south offer some perspective on places I've been before and I really like that.  This isn't the most photogenic time of year though, so I didn't get that many great pictures.  I'll just put up a few today.  

Bonus points if you spot the photobomber.

Mt Gangaharasuri is one of those mountains.  It's view of Fuji is famous because it used to be on the 5 yen note.  Last year I climbed it two weeks in a row and missed seeing Fuji because of clouds both times.

Mt Iwadono stands out when you take the Chuo Line out to Yamanashi.  It's worth climbing if you're in the area and have some spare time.  The view of Otsuki from it is really neat.

Saruhashi ("Monkey Bridge") Station is another station between Torisawa and Otsuki so if you are interested in hiking in this area there is a shorter option than the route I chose.  I'm a glutton for punishment.  I like to get in as much distance as I can during these days with lots of sunlight.  

Incidentally, the Saruhashi that the station is named after is worth taking a peek at if you're in the area.  There is a little gorge and a famous old bridge.  It's not that big a deal though.  Only if you're in the area.

https://www.google.co.jp/maps/place/Kai+Saruhashi/@35.6155932,138.9800679,17z/data=!4m5!3m4!1s0x601941987b67b1e9:0xffd552fe490c29dd!8m2!3d35.6157453!4d138.9802273?hl=en

More in the near future.  Take care.  I hope you can see and appreciate something beautiful today.

Lk 5:16

Off the beaten Path

 Hello cave critters.

As it's rainy season and I have had some other things going on in life, my last few hikes have been less exciting than most.  I didn't even take any pictures on the last one before yesterday's.

Even though I haven't been anywhere particularly "exciting", that doesn't mean that it hasn't been worthwhile.  Yesterday I took a walk from Takao Station and went in a big circle to the south of Mt Takao.  Takao is a little mountain, and the hills on this side are even smaller.  There are a few nice viewpoints but that really is of no matter during rainy season!  With not too much change in elevation, it is possible to pack in more miles of distance.   And, even off the beaten path, there is lots of cool stuff to see.  I was particularly surprised that this path is dotted with lots of wood carvings like these.

Yuck

I saw a pretty cool frog too, but I couldn't get him to pose.

Looking down at the Sagami River between Sagamiko and Tsuiko

This place is called Ukai Toriyama.  Pretty snazzy.  This is probably a 15-minute walk from Takaosanguchi Station.  I had seen this on the net once when my wife was looking for a place to watch fireflies.  I was surprised to stumble upon it in person yesterday.  Pretty classy joint.  https://www.ukai.co.jp/toriyama/

Until next time . . .

 

Caveman hikes during Golden Week on Kobushigatake

 

Hello cave dwellers.  Leave your club at the door and pull a rock up to the fire.  Let me share some cave drawings with you.  

I took an overnight trip to Kobushigatake on Tuesday and Wednesday.  It was my 3rd time on that mountain.  I have on the trails to its south, west and north.  This trip was because I wanted to take the trail to the east so as to bag Mts. Happu and Karisakarei.

Kobushigatake is a great mountain!  Some of my favorite pictures have come from my treks around it.

Even though the tenting area at the Kobushi Goya (hut/lodge) was full, it didn't seem crowded.  Everyone is so considerate about noise and not getting in each other's way.  I generally like people that hike anyway.  I find a lot of kindred spirits on a mountain like Kobushi.

This is the lodge itself.  It's only open from late spring until early winter.  Indeed, there was enough snow around that many hikers were wearing crampons in the area.  I left mine at home and regretted it.  I took a look at the koya's blog just now and saw that it had snowed last night and covered the tenting area.  

https://kobu2475.exblog.jp/

Reservations, etc. can be found here https://secure.kobushigoya.net/.

This is some swag I bought at the goya on my first trip up.  This is called 手拭 ("te" new" "goo" "ee"), which means hand towel.  At the bottom of the hand towel, you can see some stamps.  They have some cool rubber stamps in the lodge.  I always make sure I put a stamp on this towel and on whatever book I've brought with me to pass the time overnight.

The people that run the Kobushi goya are so nice.  When the master of the lodge heard that this was my third visit, he presented me with this bandana.  Thanks!

Even though visibility wasn't the greatest on this trip, the mountains never cease to dazzle me.

One thing I noticed on the way down was the smell of deer.  If you have followed this blog, you know that I rescued some antlers off a deer carcass a few months back.  In order to clean the stubs up, since they had some flesh still attached, I boiled them.  The other day when I was descending from Karisakarei, I realized that I recognized a strong scent that I first encountered when boiling those antlers.  Pretty cool.

Caught a glimpse of this guy (fox) crossing the street near the Mitomi Michi no Eki.  I am lucky I got this snap.  He was a good 100 yards away.  If he had not stopped and looked both ways, I wouldn't have gotten my phone out in time.

That's all for a while.  I have some stuff to take care of next week and won't be in the mountains again for at least two weeks.  Take care.  Make sure to leave your email address to stay posted.

Haven't had enough of the Hundred Famous Mountains?  Check this one out.

Mt. Azuma

Or, take a peek at another trip to Kobushi

Kobushi from the north

That's all for today.  Don't forget to subscribe.  I love comments, too.

Caveman out

Otsuki-shi to Uenohara-shi hike

Greetings cave dwellers.  I hiked from Yanagawa Station to Uenohara Station (on the Chuo Line between Takao and Otsuki) yesterday.  

Unfortunately, I lost my binoculars.  😢😢😢Now I can't 👀as far as I used to.

I'll just put a few pictures up.  Visibility wasn't great, so there aren't many to choose from.  Too bad.  One spot had what would be a great view of Fuji.

This day I was hiking to the south of Koshu Kaido (Route 20) and the Chuo Line for the first time.  This picture is looking north to the other side.  I've hiked these mountains in the picture below before.  

I really, really like seeing places from different perspectives.

Passing through the residential area between the trailhead and the station I was impressed by the flower gardens in private homes.

Next week I am planning an overnight to Kobushigatake.  I am looking forward to that.  It will be interesting to see how crowded it will be during this year's Golden Week.

 

Mountains rock

Greetings cave dwellers.

I had a full day of doctor's appointments this day.  If I were to compare it to car maintenance, I would say they checked under my hood and kicked my tires.  They checked my oil and other fluids ran computer diagnostics and tested my emissions.

I was kind of depressed about this health check because for more than a year my schedule has allowed me to go hiking every Wednesday and I didn't want to break my streak.

On the way home from the hospital I realized that I could get in a short hike if I hurried.  I got home at 3:30, was out the door by 3:40, and on a trail by 4:15.  I was able to get in a few miles and was on my way home not long after dark.  It wasn't as far as I would have liked and there wasn't that much to see but just being in the woods is so rejuvenating.  

I've been on these particular mountains several times but never at this time of day.  The sights and sounds were different at twilight than during the morning or afternoon hours.  The sound of the birds singing around sunset was particularly exquisite.

This area is just a few miles from Musashi-Itsukaichi Station and is accessible by bus or car.  There is trout fishing and camping nearby.  It's near the Jurigi intersection and not far from the Seoto no yu onsen.

Thank God for nature.  Thank you to the Japanese for keeping the mountains clean.

I did this hike during the golden hour but, unfortunately, this area doesn't have many great views.

Make sure to subscribe to stay up to date.  I should have an interesting report next week.

The Glory of Point of Sale Selling/100 Famous Mountains' Swag

Welcome cave dwellers.  Let me tell you about the 100 Famous Mountains.  In Japanese 100 Famous Mountains is written 百名山 and pronounced "hyaku meizan".

In 1964, a mountaineer by the name of Kyuya Fukada wrote a book about what he determined were Japan's most famous 100 mountains.  The content has become a bucket list for many hikers.  The present emperor was hiking his way through all the mountains on the list until he had to give up hiking when he ascended the throne.  (I would have given up becoming emperor if I had to choose one or the other.)

I've climbed 9 of them.  That basically includes most of the ones I can get to for a day trip or, at most, a one-night stay.  I want credit for climbing more than 9 though.   Some of them I've climbed 5 or 6 times.  (Did I say 9?  It's 10.  Of all mountains to forget, I forgot to include Fuji among my list.)

Yesterday I returned to one of the 100, Mt Daibosatsurei.  The lodge at the Daibosatsurei Pass sells a lot of swag.  When I get the chance to do one of the 100 for the first time, I always buy some memento, usually a badge.  I wasn't planning to buy anything yesterday because I already had something.

Some of the things the lodge sells are banners and noren* which list the mountains.  Seeing this, I thought it would be a cool topic for a post and whipped out my iphone to take a picture.  *( Noren are traditional Japanese fabric dividers hung between rooms, on walls, in doorways, or in windows. They usually have one or more vertical slits cut from the bottom to nearly the top of the fabric, allowing for easier passage or viewing. )

When I pointed my phone at the noren, I encountered this sign:

I took the point well.  Since I put so much effort into posting my pictures on this blog, I'm a little sensitive to the idea of stealing images and don't want to do something similar to someone else.  (I hope they don't mind I took a picture of the sign.)

The sign worked.  I bought a banner.  I like it.

You can see each of the 100 listed with their elevations.

This is my badge for Mt. Daibosatsurei.

I get a kick out of the use of the word "EIKO" on this badge.  Eiko translates to glory.  It often makes me chuckle because Japanese like the word eiko and use it at times we probably wouldn't use glory. 

Up it has gone onto the wall of my second mancave.  (As you know, my real mancave is the mountains.)

That's probably my last post for a few weeks.  I can't go to the mountains again for another 15 (but who's counting?) days.  It's just as well.  My hiking boots are at the cobbler for some needed repairs.

Take care.  I hope you can enjoy something beautiful today.