With the backpack packed and batteries charged, chocolate and sugary snacks purchased, I headed to the Torikura trail entrance (鳥倉登山口) late on Saturday afternoon to start the 2 to 3 hour climb to the campsite.
This is more of a note to myself than anything else. A reminder that the mountains are still there.
A 3 a.m. start thinking I’d be the only one on the trail. But you are never alone in Japan, even in the middle of the night on a mountain. Frustrating, yes, but reassuring too.
I can’t take landscape photographs. I’ve tried but I don’t have the patience or the skill.
If I’m honest I still find the idea of hiking in the Japanese Alps daunting. It’s only recently that I’ve started making the switch from cycling and bike packing to hiking and exploring the mountains on foot so planning a trip can feel overwhelming at times.
I began to understand that if I wished to continue chasing adventure, then just repeating the same types of expedition