An unexpected fog killed the views and deterred the crowds on Idiot's Ridge yesterday, making for an eerie atmosphere in a strangely snowless, unnaturally warm February Tanzawa.
I walked the million steps up in penance for city excess, out of breath, sore in the thigh and embarrassed.
Once up--hours later--the body finally purred, as we cruised the sasa-carpeted ridge between the mountains.
The old man made us udon in the hut. We came down the short route, concentration dangerously low from tiredness. The road out seemed to last forever, as we dreamt of sleep on the train home, hot baths, salon pas and shabu shabu.
Posted by Setsunai at February 11, 2007 8:55 PMTalk about strange weather Tom, it's almost bare up here. I haven't had to get the shovel out once.
Posted by: Luke at February 19, 2007 3:42 PM | Permalink to CommentAbsolutely. Apparently it's the warmest winter on record. Did find some snow today though.
Posted by: Setsunai at February 25, 2007 8:35 AM | Permalink to Comment