I made it down off Kinpu to the hut below Mizugaki as the last of the day’s sunlight danced in the treetops.  Campers lazed in front of their Day-Glo coloured domes outside the hut and casting a glance over the ramshackle structure, I wasn’t so sure they hadn’t made the right decision in taking to their tents.

Tentless myself, I had no choice and climbed the stone stairs leading to the rickety old joint.  I summoned up the attention of the master, a weathered old coot, who poked his head out a window and ordered me inside.

The place resembled an old farmyard barn or stable, get half a dozen old buggers in there and the place – if it stood – would probably sound like one as well.

mizugaki rock

The following morning dawned grey – nothing to write home about there.  September was persisting in its shittiness weatherwise.  Could I squeeze in another peak before another expected drenching?

From the entrance of the hut up and down Mizugaki was to be something in the range of a three hour affair.  I thought about the rain gear in my pack, sitting inside the hut and decided, “She’ll be right.”  I was heading out of the mountains, Tokyo and hot showers and clean clothes beckoned.

At a point on the trail, where the trees parted I peered upward and saw that I stood below a cathedral of stone, hewn from the Earth by the forces of Mother Nature herself.  I hadn’t been so struck by a mountain’s beauty since laying my eyes upon Tokachi-dake way back in July.  That day the vision splendid emerged from over the barren, rust brown rim of an ancient volcanic crater.  Mizugaki’s soaring turrets and sculpted domes, in contrast, emerged out of a sea of emerald woods.

You don’t climb this mountain.  She draws you in via towering portals.  As you enter her sanctum, she embraces you.  I, risen before my fellow hikers, explored her depths in reverential silence, a solitary soul, the day’s first pilgrim, moving ever higher amidst the cleft rock.  The wind whistled through small stands of trees that had found safe haven in the folds upon her higher reaches.

Emerging out of one of these mountaintop copses onto Mizugaki’s summit of riven stone I was greeted by the sight of skies clearing from the north west.  I cast my eye over the jagged spine of the Yatsu-ga-take Range and the more distant line of the Southern Alps stretching over the horizon. Ever so briefly, I was even afforded a glimpse of the very summit of Fuji-san poking out above a swirling mass of brilliant white cloud.


10 thoughts on “VISIONS SPLENDID

  1. Stunning scenery and wonderful photos. Love Japanese landscape painting traditions, but also enjoy seeing the real world inspiration for the sometime fantastic-looking compositions.

  2. Hi Michael, thanks for taking a look around here. All these ’07 photos are post processed thru photomatix. I’d never even heard of hdr back then. On my more recent trips I’ve done a mix of hand held hdrs and pp work. Sometimes I go overboard, sometimes I prefer to keep things simple, all decisions pretty much based on whim.

  3. I clicked on this post because of the title ‘Visions Splendid’. Only an Australian could write that, so I was surprised to see Japanese mountains. A great contrast to the ‘sunlit plains extended’. Fantastic photography and great stories – I’ve read a few of your posts this morning.

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