IN THE HOOD

OCTOBER 2009

#96 – KURO-DAKE

Old stone storehouse @ Mitsumata and the summit of Kuro-dake

Old stone storehouse @ Mitsumata and the summit of Kuro-dake

I’d spent the evening chatting with a pair of cheerful middle-aged ladies, Naomi and Yukari, out on their own Hundred Mountain quest.  They were living in the 80s and 40s respectively (Yukari still had some hard yards ahead of her) and were similarly eyeing off Washiba and Kuro-dake on their current mountain trip.  I guess the mood wasn’t all that oppressive.  Just the darkness and being lost in my own thoughts leant a heaviness to the air… as did the longing for clear skies in the morning and an extended fair weathered forecast.

The only crystals I’d be dealing with, as I set out for the summit, just after sun up the following morning would be of the snowy variety it seemed.  For mere moments the sunlight touched the innermost realm of the Japanese Alps as its rays burst over the ragged eastern horizon.  Overhead an ominous, billowing grey ceiling of cloud hung low over the North Alps once more and the sun eased itself gently up into its murk.

I took to the trail below the hut, where the waters of the Kurobe pour out of the earth, as if some burst mains pipe lies beneath the grassy, sloping meadow.  The morning wind whipped up behind me and I wondered glumly if I was in for another rough day in the mountains.  Most of the over night snow had melted off the trail and I headed on past the junction where I’d retreated off Washiba the day before.  I was hearing rumbles of thunder yet again but pushed on, hoping I could ride anything out at the hut further up, closed though it was.  The trail rose and became more snow bound, before traversing a broad section and then climbing again to the Suisho Hut, shuttered for the winter.  A tiny little place, perched high on Kuro-dake’s southern ridge, it looked another great spot to hole up in whenever I passed through those parts again.  The skies remained leaden, the winds high and an occasional rumble of thunder had me doubting whether taking on the exposed summit of Kuro-dake was a wise idea.  From the hut it was a mere half hour’s climb away.  Probably less.  But there was quite a bit of exposure to any lightning bolts that might sail that way.

View from Kuro-dake south to Washiba-dake, (Yari-ga-take and Hotaka-dake hidden in cloud)

View from Kuro-dake south to Washiba-dake, (Yari-ga-take and Hotaka-dake hidden in cloud)

I hung at the hut uncommitted.  Yari and the Hotakas sported summits lost in cloud.  Washiba, a touch to the south was snow smothered.  Another peal of thunder rattled out of the heavens from somewhere.  And I remembered cautionary stories of stupid bids for glory going wrong as illusive summits loomed.  I turned tail once more.  There was always tomorrow.

As I set off down to the junction below Washiba’s north face, I realised the thunder wasn’t rumbling as much, though the skies remained oppressive.  Rain, or more probably snow, fell out to the west.  I sat on a rock at the side of the trail not knowing what to do.

Then Naomi and Yukari appeared from around the bend hollering and laughing.  Thoroughly enjoying their trudge through the snow.

“Hi!” Naomi smiled, leading the way, “Did you climb it already?”

“No,” I replied looking up from my rock like a lost soul on a park bench run out of bread crumbs for the pigeons, “There’s a storm coming in.  Haven’t you heard the thunder?”

Naomi looked at Yukari as if I was speaking Swahili, “No, I think it’s okay.”

“So you’re going to climb?”

“Yeah!  Sure!”

When others join in on foolhardy behaviour it’s a great confidence boost.  And if those middle-aged housewives were going to get up Kuro-dake and return to the hut and savour their day out in the mountains, I sure as hell wasn’t going to be the odd one out skulking, chagrined in the corner of the hut that evening.

“Hurry up, you’re faster than us,” Naomi ushered me ahead and I set out on the long walk across the windswept snow fields again.  Walking on impatiently, I grew warmer under my winter woolies and pulled back the hood of my rain shell and as the wind howled.  In doing so, I realised that it had been the wind hitting the hood causing the thundery rumbles I was hearing.  While there may have been some bad weather floating about it hadn’t been as dire as I’d thought!

A double shot of confidence saw me to the top of Kuro-dake in no time.  My latest Hyakumeizan nemesis lay entirely beneath my boots.  Naomi and Yukari had reached the Suisho Hut by the time I made the summit and I waved down to them from on high.  Looking to the north the Kurobe Dam was just visible beneath a descending cloud bank.  Other than that most views were pretty much lost.

I didn’t spend long up on Kuro, the wind was relentless and I could feel the cold seeping into me if I stood still too long.  I followed the snowy trail, through the summit boulders back down and passed the ladies as they headed up for their turn on the summit.  From beyond the shuttered Suisho Hut I watched them high-five as they emerged onto the highest point of Kuro-dake.

Waving I turned my back on the mountain for the final time.

Returning to Mitsumata across the headwaters of the Kurobe River

Returning to Mitsumata across the headwaters of the Kurobe River.

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