The water was cold, clear and quite delicious.
Next time I will take my fishing tackle; however, this being my first time I was too busy making sure I didn’t die – such as by getting separated from the group, losing my footing, or picking the wrong sort of plant – to think too much about fishing. But there was a fall just upstream of here which I was about 95% sure was holding fish.
Coming down from the mountains through a sugi (C. japonica, ‘Japanese cedar’) forest.
These lovely little flowers poke through the mulch on the floor; they are delicious eating and I picked a bunch. In the old days the roots would be dried and ground, and used in cooking as the powder known as katakuriko; these days the stuff you buy in shops is made from maize or potato but even today cornstarch is labelled katakuriko in the shops.
After a long day in the mountains, a soak in an onsen hot spring is the perfect way to settle sore feet and aching muscles, followed by a nap on the tatami floor. The onsen we visited was called Komako no Yu, named after the heroine of the novel Yukiguni.
My travelling companions were immensely keen on indulging this local soba, mostly because it is served in these wooden boxes. In fact, regardless of its serving vessel the soba itself was quite excellent and aided most capably by beer and sansai tenpura.