Off the Beaten Path, Japan #26: Kurobi Peak

Kurobi-dake and Koma-ga-Take rise up over the crater lake Ono below

On the second day of my trip to Akagi Mountain in Gunma Prefecture Japan, Tianyu and I climbed to the top of Jizo-dake, where we were able to gaze across the caldera to Kurobi-dake, the highest peak on the mountain. We had stood on that summit yesterday, but the sky was so crowded by clouds that we couldn’t hardly see a thing. Thankfully, on this day we were blessed with good weather.

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Off the Beaten Path, Japan #25: From the Summit of Jizo Peak

In contrast to the previous days thick haze, we were blessed with clear sunny skies on the second day. From the top of Jizo Peak, we could see snow-capped peaks in the distance. Down in the Kanto, the world is full of color, but winter hasn’t yet left the peaks.

Off the Beaten Path, Japan #23: Sunset in Sakae

Sunset in Sakae

In the countryside east of Tokyo lies the quiet town of Prosperity (Sakae). Take a short walk away from the buildings that make up the town proper to find miles of farmland stretching out as far as the eye can see. And, if you wait until sundown, you might see something like this.

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Off the Beaten Path, Japan #22: Sunset on Kanna Lake

Sunset on Kanna Lake

A picture from my trip to Kanna Lake in February. Nothing like a little sunset to counteract the dull winter colors. It’s a shame I hadn’t bought an ND filter yet!

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Off the Beaten Path, Japan #12

Sunset as the Rain Rolls In

I knew it was supposed to rain when I went out last weekend, but I couldn’t let that stop me from going out. Though the approaching rain clouds blocked out the tall white-capped mountains in the distance, they produced a mysterious red light as the sun dipped towards the horizon.

Off the Beaten Path, Japan #6

Sunset in Honjo

And so I sat on the bus as it wound through the town, wondering whether or not I would go back to the mountains again soon. Two days passed wandering around Kanna Lake and I hadn’t once felt that spur of emotion that usually drives my every step. I wondered if my love of the mountains had really been nothing more than an affair. And then, out of the corner of my eye there was a flash of color as the buildings in the village fell away and the farmland spread out before me exposing the mountainscape beyond which the last rays of the sun were quickly disappearing. Faint though that spark was, it rekindled a flame: I knew I would be back next month.