... and I'm still picking rocks out of my hair.
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I've heard a fool doesn't climb Mt Fuji, but only a fool climbs it twice! I understand now!
The adventure started Sunday morning, I had to be at the Rec Center on base at 0430... :( I hate mornings, but I least they drive you there and bakc and you can sleep on the bus. Just as we get on the highway, I take my camera out to take a picture of something out the window and there's NO MEMORY CHIP!!! I had just cleared my memory chip the night before so I could take video, lts of pictures... but I left it in my computer. Luckily, I had the free one that come with the camera tucked away in my bag and I at least have a couple of pictures.
Now, to put this into some persepective, I've lived in Florida nearly my whole life, didn't see real mountains until I was about 22, half of my left lung is dead and I've had asthma for forever (to save all the physiological explanations, lets just say, my lungs are crap).
"Where is your toothbrush"
"GET OUT OF MY F***ING RACK!" (this guy was like 2 down from me and woke everyone up, I think he was another sleeptalker)
"What time is it?"
"I think she's sleeptalking"
"Man, it smells like a dirty gym locker in here..."
And wake-up call was super early at 0200. It was a suprisingly clear and you could see Fujiyoshida down below. I got super lucky on this hike and the weather was incredible. Anyways, 2 hours of huffing and puffing later, I managed to finally make it to the summit! I lost the hat on borrowed from my husband in the process... The last 100 meters were the most brutal, I was seriously feeling major crappy, but I had come that far, no 100 meters were going to stop me! And if I didn't make it to the summit, I would have to go down the same rocky path against the movement of people.
Going down was surprisingly easy, only took 3 hours. I took the Subaru line, slipping and sliding and falling on my butt the whole way down. If going up was boring, going down was absolutely MONOTONOUS. It felt a lot longer than 3 hours because it was the same zigging and zagging of gravely trail, with only you only entertainment being your fellow hikers falling on their butts just like you. The wind kept pelting dow stones and sand and occasionally down a row of hikers.
Back at the fifth station, I change into dust and gravel-free clothes, buy some postcards and a hat to replace the one I lost. On the bus, while we're waiting for the last of the hikers to come back, some guy mentions how good a cheeseburger would be (at this point it's only 9am), and there's the collective sigh of *cheeseburger*. Didn't occur to me until he mentioned it and lucky for us, there was a McDonalds at the rest stop on the way back. I don't normally do the McDonalds, but... *cheeseburger*... lol, I think nearly everyone on the bus got burgers and fries (if he hadn't have mentioned it I probably would have eaten ramen or something!).
So in some ways, Mt Fuji wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be, but it was definitely a challenge! Would I do it again??? Maybe with a friend that hasn't gone, but maybe not just because by myself.