t’s too hot to do anything vigorous outdoors at the moment. Seeng the Norwegian triathlete vomiting after crossing the finishing line this morning (a 6:30 am start?) was proof of that.
Saturday was a washout with heavy rain all day but that made for a lush forest with a gushing, overflowing tiny stream running down through it on Sunday. Slippy and treacherous rocks, yes, but if you take it slowly and look where you’re going you have little to worry about.
For the past few years I have been going to the local shrine at new year to photograph and build
Ideas for hikes, walks, or bike rides usually start to take fruition around Thursday of any given week. An idea is picked out of the void, worked with, tweaked, and then usually put into action over the weekend.
17 years. That’s how long I’ve been cycling past the entrance to the Tōkai Shizen Hodō (東海自然歩道) next to Jōkōji Station (定光寺駅) without ever venturing past the entrance.
Nothing new here but… Graham admits he was a little scared to have kids and so was I.