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September 19, 2018

The Land of the Rising Sun from Mt. Fuji

I caught my first glimpse of the iconic snow capped Mt. Fuji on the Shinkansen to Kyoto almost 2 years ago. From that moment, I hoped one day to watch the sunrise from the top like thousands do every year. I didn’t expect to be back so soon, but when my work asked if I could go to Tokyo in August it was an easy yes. Everyone said it would be so hot and not a great time to go but I had an ulterior motive. Fuji can only be hiked in July and August, for non technical hikers like myself, when it isn’t snow covered. So, I packed my boots and headed to Japan. I read everything I could about Fuji but the weather was the determinant. I was staying in Tokyo for almost 3 weeks so I hoped there would be a good weather window. The weather was actually quite nice, so I planned to go on a Sunday to Monday, in hopes that there would be slightly less pilgrims than a Saturday. There were still thousands of people, but I was able to have a few moments to myself when traffic started to thin around the 7th station. Fujisan is broken into 10 stations, and most people start at the last bus stop at the 5th station.
    After all my research I almost did a night hike, but because I was by myself and not super functional when I don’t sleep, I opted for the overnight mountain hut version that most people take. The mountain huts are quite expensive for what they are, which is emergency shelters. I paid about $65 for a sleeping bag and no meals. But this sleeping bag was out of the wind, so probably worth it.

Like giant bunk beds, you had to duck as there was a layer of hikers sleeping above you. Many heads were bumped.

It only took me four hours to get to the hut via the popular Yoshida trail. I thought it would be 5-6 so I was surprised when I came up a switch back and there I was at Tomoekan, my hut at the 8th station. Since it was only 5pm I had some time to relax. I watched an amazing sunset and tried to sleep. At 10pm I still wasn’t asleep so I walked outside and watched a spectacular lightening storm in the clouds straight ahead. When I got back to Tokyo, I heard they had a wild thunderstorm. I think I finally slept a couple hours before my alarm went off at 2am. A lot of people were already geared up, but I lolly gagged because the trail sign said it was only 80 minutes to the top, and sunrise was at 5:15am.

Well that was almost a big mistake! As I stepped out of the hut, I joined the queue of hikers. We’d walk a few steps and stop, the traffic jam on the single track started to make me nervous. This was taking a very long time. Although it was probably good for the altitude acclimation. The terrain varied from smooth volcanic dirt to variable rocks and boulders that required scrambling on all fours. The path itself was well marked but required paying attention, we were all still just navigating by the light of our headlamps.

The string of lights are hikers’ headlamps.

At 4:45am, I finally crossed the last torii gate that signaled the summit. That last 80 minutes actually took over two hours! The sky was just firing up and the excitement was palpable. I found a spot to sit and take pictures, and give thanks.
After a while I walked the trail along the summit which took me to the highest point on Fuji and I saw the full moon setting. It was exactly what I wanted it to be.

But I had a bus to catch so I headed down. Ok, so this was actually the hard part. The switchbacks are steep, and the volcanic dirt rocks are like a slip and slide, but not in a good way. The gravity pull is hard on your feet and people were falling all around me, including myself, even with trekking poles. While it was windy and cold at the top, maybe in the 40s, it quickly warmed up. Maybe also because I was doing a slight jog downhill. I stopped a couple times to remove layers but otherwise tried to keep moving. 30 seconds after I stopped to remove my jacket, I fell for the third time and cut up my arm and hand. I looked like I fought a cat, but with no first-aid to be found, I just kept going. Another note, water is quite precious on the mountain, so I was pretty dirty and now bleeding.

Finally close to the 6th station it started to flatten out a bit. I walked into the helmet rental hut and showed them my arm and said “Band-aid?”. They put some antiseptic on me (which is what I really wanted since I was covered in dust) and bandaged me up. I was happy again.
I cruised into the 5th station, the start of this trailhead, after 2.5 hours. There was just enough time to eat some well earned Mt. Fuji stamped pancakes, change into shorts (it was probably in the 70s) and head to the bus stop.
As I’m getting on the bus, it’s a 2.5hr trip back to Tokyo, a guy walks by wearing a Jack’s Generic shirt, a local Austin triathlon. And of course he’s from Austin but living in Tokyo now! Most of the people I’d seen in Fuji were Asians, but I wasn’t so surprised to see an Austinite, it’s a small world after all.

 Tips:

  • Take lots of cash for water, food snacks, postcards, and souvenirs.
  • The bathrooms costs 200Y each, so bring coins as there’s no change available.
  • Buy postcards and international stamps at the 5th station, and mail them at the post office at that station. You can also buy post cards at the mountain huts.
  • There’s a website to help English speakers book mountain huts on the 7th station for an extra 1000Y. I missed the three day cutoff for that website, but was able to easily book myself for the 8th station and didn’t have to pay in advance.
  • Take Band-Aids, or tape up your feet. They’ll take a pounding on the way down, or you may fall on jagged lava rocks. 
July 11, 2018

Alaska: Land of the midnight sun


My husband’s dream to ride his motorcycle to Alaska was finally realized this month. It would take him about a month to ride from Austin, Texas to Fairbanks, Alaska and back. For me, this was too long to be apart, plus, I also really wanted to go to Alaska! So, we decided I’d meet him there about 13 days into his trip, and we’d spend four days together before he began his return trip home. With only four days in Alaska, visiting Denali National Park was at the top of my list. So, I flew into Fairbanks, the closest major airport, with a stop in Seattle which is at least a 10 hour trip.

Fairbanks

I arrived in Fairbanks at 1am wearing my sunglasses. I couldn’t get over this “midnight sun”. I’d been traveling for 23 hours at that point, and was incredibly disoriented even though it’s only a three-hour time difference. Even with an eye mask, after five nights I never got on a regular sleep pattern.

It rained the first day, so we took the very touristy train ride to Gold Dredge 8. It was touristy but still a lot of fun to learn the gold-mining history and pan for gold. Together we found $28 of gold that they’ll conveniently put in a $30 keepsake necklace. For lunch we headed over to The Cookie Jar, which everyone recommended because it was on “Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives”, I loved the name but didn’t find it to be anything special.

Since it was still raining, our hopes of kayaking were dashed, we headed to North Pole. It’s Christmas year-round in this tiny town. Christmas banners hang from the candy cane light posts in July. We stopped into the Christmas store to take a picture with Santa, and see the reindeer.

We stopped in the sleepy downtown of Fairbanks. There’s a nice paved hike and bike trail along the river, and rentable bikes to check out parked all over. We wandered into the visitor’s center which offers a small museum and lots of local trail maps. I picked a few trail maps, and we ran back to the car in a downpour. What do you do on a rainy Sunday? That’s right – we went to the local Hoodoo brewery. This was a great little spot with a nice outdoor area and a food truck. It’s was a really long day considering we slept so little, so we went to the historic Pump House for an amazing salmon dinner.

We slept 11 hours that night! This was surprising since our VRBO cabin didn’t have curtains and it was so bright. It was a clear day, so we headed down Chena Springs Road outside of town to hike Angel Rocks. It took about two hours round trip on clearly marked trails. The parking lot was full, but mostly we were by ourselves except for the mosquitoes that just wouldn’t quit. Even with the bug spray and pants I still had lots of bites. We headed a few miles up the road to Chena Hot Springs. As soon as we got in the springs, it started raining again but it was quite nice. I wasn’t too impressed with the Springs themselves, it was just one big pool with moss covered rocks and no where to sit, so we didn’t stay long. There’s also an ice museum that looked interesting, but we wanted to start the 1.5 hour ride back to Fairbanks. We stopped into the Banks Alehouse for dinner, and I got some sad halibut tacos with one piece of fish that was half the diameter of the tortilla. It was good, but I needed a second dinner. I did try this weird gummy bear beer that smelled just like gummy bears and had them soaked in the bottom, but it wasn’t that great either. But I was super excited to head out to Denali the next day.

Denali National Park

We were on the road by 6am the next morning so we could make the most of our two days in Denali National Park. It’s about a two hour drive from Fairbanks. I wanted to get to the visitor’s center when it opened so we could sign up for the following day’s discovery hike, an off trail hike with a ranger, but it was booked up. You can only sign up for them two days in advance but with the fourth of July holiday I knew it would be a slim chance. Denali is over six million acres, but only has 35 miles of trail, so off trail hiking is promoted. I don’t have any experience with that so I wanted to go with a guide. You can only drive the first 15 miles of the only park road, so buses run regularly to different spots in the park. We got tickets that would take us to the Eielson visitor center at mile 66. This would normally be an eight hour trip but we had an extra hour waiting for a rescue bus when our’s broke down. It was a warm 78 degree day and the the mountain was out so it wasn’t a big inconvenience. 

For our patience, we were rewarded with lots of wildlife sightings! We saw at least eight grizzlies, including two cubs, countless caribou, and a moose with two babies right on the side of the road. We were also able to see the Denali mountain, the highest in the U.S. Only 30% of people actually get to see it due to the storms and cloud cover.

I didn’t understand the bus thing as first, but after a long day it was nice to sleep on the way back and wake up when someone yelled at the driver to stop for a bear! The buses cut down on traffic and wasted resources, and it was helpful to have 30 pairs of eyes looking for wildlife. If you’ve ever been stuck in traffic in Yellowstone because a buffalo was crossing the street, you’d appreciate it! And although it wasn’t a narrated tour, the driver answered all our questions and offered some info on the park. Once on a bus you can get off anywhere and pick up a bus going in your direction anywhere as long as there’s room, but after seeing all those grizzlies I wanted to stick to the trails.

The following day we hiked the Horseshoe Lake Trail near the visitor’s center before grabbing a bus to the kennels for the dog sled demo. This is definitely a highlight for animal lovers. You can pet and hug the dogs, and learn about how they are bred and see them screaming around a short track pulling a ranger. It was a warm day for the dogs but they were very exiting to see in action.

We only had a few more hours, so we decided to take a bus to hike the Savage River area. Although this is the farthest spot you can drive your own vehicle, we took a bus because we had such a good experience the day before. This was a mistake. We picked up the bus at the visitor’s center and it made about four stops including returning to where we were picked up before heading out. The 15ish miles took us over an hour and one bus driver’s life story. So word to the wise – check the bus schedule. The Savage River area was beautiful and worth the effort to check out those trails. And we were able to quickly catch a bus back that took less than 30 minutes. Before we left the park, I turned in my Junior Ranger activity book and got my Denali park badge. My 10-year-old self was super excited about this!

Heading back to Fairbanks for our last night, we stopped at the 49th State Brewery for dinner. The “Magic Bus” from the  “Into The Wild” movie sits here with an Enter At Your Own Risk sign. The real bus still sits deep in the back country as a refuge for hikers, just as it was for Chris McCandless until his death. Entering that bus was heavy, and reminded me how wild the wilderness can be. I headed to the airport at 4am the next morning with my sunglasses on.

 Tips:

  • Take bug spray. Yes, the mosquitoes are as bad as they say.
  • Take an eye mask for sleeping, our VRBO didn’t have curtains.
  • Don’t forget your towel for the hot springs, or pay a $5 rental fee.
  • Even adults can be Junior Rangers! Ask for an activity book at any state or national park, and once completed you’ll receive a badge.

    What is this? These exhaust vents are beautifully painted all over downtown Fairbanks.

    No this isn’t an electric car. Some cars have plugs so they can be plugged in during the winter to keep the engines from freezing.