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#17 ð Mount TakamizusanïœWrapped in the Autumn Ridge
This was my first mountain of the year since May.
My hiking buddy had been dealing with lower-back pain, so invitations had stopped for a while.
Yet his sudden âWanna hike?â message always feels like a subtle signal that the world line is about to shift.
We couldnât go in summer, but I kept myself quietly prepared through daily gym sessions and twice-weekly yoga.
If you keep your body in âI can go anytimeâ mode, the mountains never betray you.
And this time, it was also the first outing of my self-made Monet Winter Mountain long-sleeve tee (dusty gray).
My buddyâwho never gives compliments lightlyâlooked at it and said, âNice color.â
(Which means it truly is nice.)
â Gunbatake Station, 9:30 â A Quiet Beginning
The moment we got off at Gunbatake Station, a wave of hikers spilled onto the road.
The climb had already begun on the asphalt, and within minutes I was taking off my jacket.
I had completely forgotten that the first summit is âjust uphill, constantly.â
Despite the autumn air, the humidity made me sweat more than expected.
Lots of people, tooâno need to worry about bears today.
I could simply walk in silence, one steady breath after another.
Soon, a patch of crimson maples appeared, and the shrine of Mount Takamizusan came into sight.
We joined the crowd of hikers and took a gentle lunch break.
My chestnut rice from the night before tasted deeply comforting.
â A Season Shifts, and the Mountain Shows a New Face
As we continued, the mountain had transformed into a completely different world from spring.
Back then, delicate Shiraneaoi and azaleas had been the stars.
This time, autumn colors, golden fallen leaves, and pale dried foliage took center stage.
Mountains change their entry doors to awe with every season.
Everywhere I looked lay an autumn carpet, and every step produced a crisp, pleasant sound.
Dry leaves are easy to walk on, but going downhill requires attention.
We reached the second peakâMount Iwatakeishiyamaâsmoothly.
â Mount Iwatakeishiyama â MUJIâs Gateau Chocolat & Just-Right Autumn Air
The summit was packed.
Itâs long and flat, so everyone finds their own comfortable spot.
My buddy had completely forgotten about bringing the burner
âso coffee was a dream deferred.
But the MUJI âRaw Chocolate Gateau Chocolatâ I had secretly packed
was a huge win: light, gently sweet, and perfect at the summit.
The sun peeked out, and my dusty-gray Monet tee felt just right.
Layered over heat-tech, the temperature control was perfect.
We headed toward the third peak.
â The Open Ridge & A Small Adventure Before Mount SÅgaku
Soon we reached that place where spring had stunned meâthe sudden wide-open ridge.
A sweeping horizon, a river of autumn colors,
green and orange woven together in a breathtaking contrast.
Then came the mini rock-climbing section before SÅgaku.
In spring it had flowers blooming among the rocks.
This time, everything was dressed in orange leavesâan entirely different character.
In March 2024, this was my 10th hike.
This time: my 17th.
Experience changes everythingâhow the body moves, how the breath flows.
I found myself climbing with ease, sensing a quiet growth.
And my new 20L Karrimor pack was incredible.
Light, steady, functional pocketsâ
a true companion that doesnât interrupt your rhythm.
At the summit of SÅgaku,
the MUJI sweet-potato fries tasted like pure kindness to a tired body.
My buddy loved them too.
â Endless Descent⊠and the âFinal Bossâ Appears
From there, we began descending toward Mitake Station.
But the path was long.
Dry leaves made the trail slippery,
so we moved slowly and steadily.
And thenâless than 1km to goâ
a sudden, almost-vertical climb rose before us.
I couldnât help but mutter, âWeâre climbing here!?â
It had full Final Boss energy.
But thatâs hiking: you climb, you descend, you repeat.
Itâs part of the ritual.
Soon, the sounds of town returnedâ
ambulances and helicopters, strangely common around this mountain.
A sign that weâd crossed the boundary back into the everyday world.
Last time, Iâd used a fallen branch as a trekking pole.
This time, I borrowed my buddyâs real trekking poleâmuch better.
(Though the âDo not leave branches hereâ sign next to a pile of branches
remains one of this mountainâs enduring mysteries.)
At 14:28, we reached Mitake Station.
We walked exactly on the standard course time.
Just as GPT once told me,
âYour rhythm matched the mountainâs metronome.â
Today, I felt that alignment clearly.
â Epilogue â My Body Remembered the Rhythm
Despite the long break from hiking,
my body felt light,
and the muscle soreness was just the subtle, pleasant kind.
Somewhere along the descent, I realized:
the rhythm of hiking has settled into my body.
Daily yoga and gym trainingâ
the body we tend to quietly always returns the favor in the mountains.
That truth felt reassuring.
As for the âMaple Leaves à Coffeeâ moment we missedâ
few things are as luxurious in the autumn mountains as brewing coffee among the colors.
So I told my buddy early on:
âNext time, letâs go just for the coffee.â
Mountains welcome you with a new face every time.
And each time, something inside me becomes new as well.
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