A Hellish trot downhill
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August 20th, 2008 – by: skitzcw
I urged my followers to begin our next journey down the mountain mostly because I would have needed a Phoenix Down if they didn’t move in the next minute. I knew that my Sun God would help warm me with its love and clemency. Continuous movement is essential during the ascent and descent to maintain blood circulation. If you stop for too long, you just fall asleep and won’t move for a really long time. You’d probably start hitting people who try to convince you to continue, but think otherwise because it would require exerting an amount of energy that just didn’t exist.
At one point, the mountain angered me. I wanted to jump up and down to stomp it and then verbally abuse it with “your mom” jokes. It really didn’t help anything except for my insanity case. It was so cold and I was so tired that I just didn’t want to be there anymore. I wanted to sit down and fall asleep on the side of the mountain. The sandy, gravel made my socks brownish red and every hair on my body felt starchy �" covered with a mixture of frozen sweat and random debris.
The descent had a completely different terrain and method of walking. I was used to slowly conquering one step at a time, but here, you should do this really weird horse trot to efficiently use your energy. Walking slowly down the 45 degree slant in wavy beach sand will quickly tire the back of your legs and take you forever.
I felt terrible, but every time I looked up and outward around me, I was overwhelmed with the beauty in front of me. I couldn’t stay angry at the mountain when it gives me those puppy eyes.
We eventually made it back to the fifth station by 10AM. It’s actually quite a good feeling to see your accomplishments, but when you finish, you’ll be thinking “I’m never doing that again.” After thinking about it for an overly extended period of time, I feel exactly the same way. Let’s just keep it as a check off of the to-do list.
~See Lemons Wish for flat ground
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August 20th, 2008 – by: skitzcw
I was an ice sculpture 3,800 meters above sea level. I couldn’t feel my fingers, toes, or calf muscles, yet the frozen pose and facial expression was one of peacefulness and satisfaction. All of my stress, pains, and worries had been dust in the wind – completely cleared from my mind. I tried my hardest to absorb the moment by focusing on my senses. I had a bit of a sniffle from the gusting winds, and I couldn’t exactly feel anything. Plus, my eyes were a little tired from climbing for 7 hours straight. Never the less, I tried. I had climbed so far – I wasn’t going to let something like sleep deprivation and exhaustion stop me from reaping my benefits. The photographer side of me took over and spent the full 30 minutes of the sunrise sequence snapping shots left and right.
Before the sun showed its body through the clouds, the entire sky lit with a gorgeous rainbow that devoured the horizon. We were looking from above the gloomy clouds into another world. The contours in the distance aligned to create a lake of orange inhabited by a shadowed sea monster. It was a land of magic and mysteries. It was a castle in the sky that would always stay in the distance – an unreachable beauty. The clouds looked so soft and solid. I wanted to have them surround my feet and gently lift me closer to that place.
I thought about flying, but I thought it would take too much effort and I wouldn’t enjoy myself. I mean, we can all run as fast as we can, but we rather walk or not move at all.
The full view had so much information to analyze. We were so far up that I could distinguish a little bit of a curvature in the horizon. I probably made up that curvature because the horizon was very difficult to see with the clouds blurring the line.
The top of the mountain was such a relief to reach. I felt like dancing, except I was way too cold and tired. I think if I jumped, the gusts of winds would have blown me away. The red stamp on that walking stick (not to mention those millions of pictures) proved my presence. I’ve never felt so many mixed feelings of happiness, successfulness, tiredness, and coldness in my life. I screamed, “Yattttaaaa!!” and then immediately after that, “Totemo samui!! Oyasumi!” (which means, It’s really cold! Good night!) I really wanted to walk around the crater area and take more pictures, but I couldn’t even keep my arms still for the image stabilizer.
In my most desperate time, I saw a glowing savior. It was beautiful and made me chuckle. I ran over to it and gave it a hug. I couldn’t fit my arms around the entire body, but I was so happy to see civilization. I prayed and gave my donations to receive my well deserved reward – a steaming, hot cup of coffee. Wait, what? They really do have vending machines everywhere…
~See Lemons Simply Amazed