I decided to go on a mini hike in my backyard and finally found the ruins of Kinugasa castle. All that is left is the foundation stones. It was build in 1063 Heian period and fell during the battle of Kinugasa in 1187. I can’t find much info on it.
According to Wikipedia “During the Heian period, local warlord Muraoka Tamemichi established Kinugasa Castle in 1063. He became the ancestor of the Miura clan, which subsequently dominated eastern Sagami Province for the next several hundred years. The Miura clan supported Minamoto no Yoritomo in the foundation of the Kamakura shogunate, but were later annihilated by Hōjō Tokiyori in 1247.”
It’s Sunday here in Japan and the first week of the new year is coming to a close. I went back to work, caught up with my massive pile of tasks, and got assigned a few new projects.
On the physical fitness front, I kicked ass. I made sure to make time for plenty of lifting and running. I even went on a great morning hike with my wife yesterday. Unfortunately, my writing did not start off with the same level of enthusiastic success.
When I get home from work, I have dinner, then I try to sit down and write for at least one hour. This whole week I pushed myself to write. I was mentally exhausted from work but I wrote and wrote, and managed to complete a 5,000-word short story. But, upon reading the thing I realized it was a complete turd. I was actually bored of it by the third paragraph. The first scene was basically three people riding horses through a forest and an exposition dump. No action, no drama, nothing. Right into the recycle bin!
So yesterday I decided to clear my head and go on a hike. My wife motivated me like she always does to get up out of bed. I swear if I didn’t have her I would be a 500 pound Baron Harkonnen living in my own filth. We hiked our favorite local trail and due to the crisp weather got gifted with a beautiful view of Mt. Fuji in the distance.
Spending time with my wife and being surrounded by such awesome beauty makes it hard even for a morose bastard like me to stay negative. So here I am back to writing. Smacking away at the damn keyboard. I reviewed the story I wrote and realized I completely ignored every piece of advice from Swain. So, time to go back and rewrite the damn thing.
In other news, I have been following a lot of great discussion on the pulp revival and the state of SFF in general. One of my favorite bloggers of late is Rawle Nyanzi, his latest post Modern Action’s Fundamental Problem, is spot on and a good example of his style of commentary.
Last weekend, after a bit over half a year of living in Japan, the wife and I accomplished one of our long term goals, climbing Mt. Fuji. It was a unique once in a lifetime experience that left me with mixed feelings. Climbing Mt. Fuji managed to be a rewarding challenge and a bit of a letdown at the same time.
Mt. Fuji is the highest mountain in Japan at 3,776.24 m (12,389 ft). It’s an active volcano that last erupted in the 18th century. It’s a free-standing mountain, not part of any range. Considered a holy place it has been the destination of pilgrimages for hundreds of years.
Our trip started at 2pm on Saturday when we met up with our tour group, TokyoSnowClub, in Tokyo. Judy and I got there a bit early so we wandered around and decided to eat a disappointingly greasy burger at Tokyo Hooters. When the rest of the group arrived we hopped on the tour bus for the 3-hour drive to the base of Mt. Fuji.
The 5th station Yoshida Trail camp where we hung out for several hours to acclimate is basically a tourist trap. It’s several alpine resort type buildings filled with overpriced gift shops and mediocre restaurants. We bought ourselves a climbing stick, changed into warmer clothes, ate some ramen, and did a quick bit of yoga.
Around 7pm with the sun set and the rain at a constant drizzle, we began our long ascent. We climbed in a single line of what seemed like hundreds. Looking up or down the mountain all one could see in the dark was a zig-zagging line of headlamps. We climbed for hours and the rain and cold worsened the higher we got. Every two hours or so we took quick 1o minute breaks at one of the many way stations on the trail.
It quickly became obvious that while we prepared ourselves physically we did not prepare ourselves materially. The clothing we brought was woefully inadequate for the downpour and the freezing cold. Two-thirds of the way up both of us were completely soaked, out of spare clothes, and showing early signs of hypothermia. Every break we took was excruciatingly cold.
Making matters worse was the fact that something I ate earlier did not sit well and that unpleasant indigestion mixed with a dash of altitude sickness led to numerous bathroom visits at every way station. Growing up at sea level I do not do well with quick ascents so by the last leg of the climb I was having a nice case of nausea, diarrhea, headache, dizziness, and an overall case of misery.
Our climb to the summit took about 8 hours. 8 miserable hours of constant freezing rain, altitude sickness, nausea, headaches, soaked clothes, and chills. A constant march over steep switchbacks and sharp volcanic rocks. After 8 horrible hours, we reached the top. The highest point in Japan.
Waiting for the sunrise on top of Mt. Fuji was not a fun experience. By the time we reached the top we were soaked and out of spare clothes. Our jackets were under-matched for the 32f degrees. We huddled together shivering and sharing our last hand warmer. When the sun finally started to rise we silently cheered, enjoyed the view, and quickly began the long descent.
Seeing the sunrise from on top of Mt. Fuji was a beautiful experience. I will always remember and be thankful for the opportunity to see a sunrise from the top of “The Land of the Rising Sun.” I’m glad I got to share the experience with my wife. She kicked my ass in motivation and kept me going the whole time.
Our climb was a challenge, we underestimated the weather, the altitude, and the quality of our gear. While the climb itself was technically easy the rain and cold really sapped our strength. By the time we reached the top we were soaked, frozen, and tired from being up for 24 hours.
The disappointing aspect of Mt. Fuji is its popularity. Fuji is one giant volcanic tourist trap. My favorite aspect of hiking is the quite nature. I love long trails through empty canyons where the only sounds heard are your breath and wildlife. Mt. Fuji is not a spiritual experience in nature. It’s an overly commercialized amusement park. The climb is less of a hike and more of a long line at Disneyland with the peak being the destination. Every hour or so there are little way stations selling 7 dollar Top Ramen and 5 dollar water bottles. You are constantly at arm’s length with hundreds of other climbers who are talking, smoking, taking pictures, and eating. I have to admit that I was a bit let down. In my mind, Fuji was a serene holy mountain filled with monks and ancient temples. The reality was a bit jarring. It was a long trail filled with loud tourists.
All in all the experience was well worth the effort and sore muscles. We will always have some great memories from our climb. The sunrise was beautiful and being above the clouds was an ethereal experience. Both of us agreed that given the chance we would do it again. Now we have to make our way to Peru for Machu Picchu and Tanzania for Kilimanjaro.
This week started off exciting. A Typhoon was scheduled to make landfall on Monday. Everyone panicked, trains stopped running, work was canceled, and I brought all my outdoor stuff inside. I was excited. My first typhoon in Japan.
Honestly I didn’t even know what a typhoon was so I had to look it up on Wikipedia. It’s a synonym for Hurricane. Hurricane is a Caribbean name for a cyclone while typhoon is the North Eastern Pacific name.
So I battened down the hatches and prepared for our first typhoon. Best of all it coincided with my wives birthday so getting to stay home from work was a good bonus. We eagerly waited for the storm. Anxious that it would blow away our windows or knock out power.
Finally around 3 pm the storm, called Mindulle, made landfall in the Tokyo area. A little bit of rain, a little bit of wind, and done. We were fortunate to have it downgrade and be nowhere as bad as the meteorologists predicted.
Massive storms are terrifying and destructive, I am glad we didn’t experience anything like past Hurricanes. Yet, a part of me was disappointed. I wanted wind, water, lightning, and thunder. Something to spark the imagination. Instead we got a bit of a drizzle.
The next day the weather went back to normal, exceptionally hot and humid. We celebrated our end of week with a night time Fun 5k run. Glow sticks, weird stuff, people with wigs, and that color powder that burns my face when it mixes with sweat. The wife and I had a great time. I always forget how much I enjoy running. Starting next week I’m going to dig up my GPS tracker and start running again.
But the highlight of the week is tomorrow. We will be climbing Mt. Fuji. We packed our daypacks, prepped the camelbacks, and readied the chafe cream. Fuji will be climbed!
In about two weeks the wife and I are going to climb Mt. Fuji. I’m excited because climbing Fuji has always been one of my life goals. Something I have always wanted to do as far back as I can remember.
In order to prep for the climb and also because we love doing it. We have been going on hikes in our area. Saturday we did one of the best hikes around here, Mt. Takatori. The top of the mountain is decorated with a great stone Buddha carved out of an old rock quarry. The hike up is fantastic, making it one of my favorite outdoor areas.
Besides hiking, I started work on a new short story. A darker scifi piece I hope to finish before I lose interest and throw it into my never ending unfinished folder.
Also I need to write a quick review for Coherence. A fantastic indie movie we watched this weekend. If you love intelligent scifi give this one a watch.