There were no rehearsals for ‘Route 99’ this weekend, meaning that I had that rarest of things: a free weekend. Taking advantage of the glorious weather Ben, Linden, and I headed out to Mt. Mitake for a day’s hiking. About an hour and a half out of central Tokyo it promised to offer stunning views of the autumn maple leaves, even if literally ever man and his wife had also decided to make the trip, meaning that the trains were packed for the entire journey.
The mountain had a paved road pretty much all the way to the top, and so was a very easy climb. Still this didn’t stop the droves of Japanese tourists rocking up in their outrageously expensive looking, and completely unnecessary, camping gear. For my sins I had definitely over packed: shorts and trousers were definitely not both required, and the 3 litres of water in my pack only served to be a cumbersome reminder of my overcompensating. My decision not to take a sleeping bag, in case of extreme cold, was definitely the right one, as amazingly my hands retained at least 80% of their feeling for most of the day.