{"id":345,"date":"2004-05-08T09:56:00","date_gmt":"2004-05-08T09:56:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bryan.fredricks.net\/blog\/?p=345"},"modified":"2004-05-08T09:56:00","modified_gmt":"2004-05-08T09:56:00","slug":"back-on-the-trail","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bryan.fredricks.net\/blog\/?p=345","title":{"rendered":"Back On The Trail"},"content":{"rendered":"

Saturday morning, and I was up at six in the morning and out the door. I haven’t done a decent hike in a long time, so I was eager to do something a little ambitious. I took the train to Kobe, and walked from the station up Rokko mountain. <\/p>\n

The day was beautiful – maybe the best weather I’ve ever hiked in. The visibility wasn’t great from the top of the mountain, but it felt great to be outside walking around without a worry in the world.<\/p>\n

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I continued on past Rokko mountain and went up and down several more mountains on the ridgeline until I finally got to Maya mountain. Maya was where I crapped out during the 50k hike a while back. It was nice at the top, and I snacked on some onigiri that I had brought along.<\/p>\n

After enjoying a nap at the top I headed down the ropeway and cable car combination, and then took a bus ride back to Sannomiya station. I took a few minutes to check for American maple syrup at the import food store, but I struck out – just Canadian maple syrup. Not so good – I like the buttery taste of American maple syrup.<\/p>\n

Finally I headed back home, and went right to sleep – a sweaty mess. I woke up and decided to run over to the yakitori for dinner. The master was pretty lonely – his wife had commandeered the television to watch volleyball. He was dying to watch baseball, so when I came in he had an excuse to turn the channel – they both know that I enjoy watching baseball when I’m there. <\/p>\n

I ordered up kimchee fried rice – one of the usual things I order. We have a sadistic stand-off going with the kimchee fried rice. I said that I like it spicy, so each time I order it they add a bit more spice to see when I flinch and say that it’s too much. This time was pretty close. I was sweating big time as I ate it, but it was delicious so I didn’t say “uncle”. Maybe one more time and then it’ll be too hot to handle.<\/p>\n

The master is trying to get Hanshin Tigers tickets. He invited me to come along if he scores the tickets. I’m hoping he gets them – I still haven’t been to a game. <\/p>\n

I headed home, and then started studying Japanese while listening to AC\/DC. Kuniko called a little while later – she has to work both days of the weekend. I think she’s a little frustrated with the long hours they require at her new school. She’s a trouper, though – she works them and she doesn’t complain. <\/p>\n

We talked about her schedule over the weekend and during next week, and it sounded more and more like we wouldn’t be able to get together for a long time. I misunderstood her at first and thought she wanted me to go over there this evening, and then the more we thought about it the more it made sense. I threw some clothes into my backpack and ran out the door, and then took the train ride to Osaka and was at her place by 11:00 p.m. <\/p>\n

I’ve tried to do more spontaneous things like this lately, even though my brain’s natural reflex is to stay in a comfortable place. Every time I do something like this, it ends up turning out great, and this time was no exception.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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