I managed to get up at 5:15 am and made my train to Rikuchu-Noda, followed by bus to Kosode Ama Center. The early morning sky had this lovely peculiar layer of clouds that looked like what I imagine the cotton lining to a quilt would look like, with the sun peeking out of one side.
I was worried about today. It was clear from the bus ride that what I had assumed was an escape bus stop mid-route was actually nowhere near the course, as the Kuji Tourism Association staff member had advised me. He’d also told me that the hardest part was not the north section, but the south section past Misaki, and that I should conserve my strength and not overdo it in the first stretch.
It wasn’t anywhere near as bad as I’d worried: the bits described as “easy to get lost” were anything but. Maybe it’s the season combined with the signage and taping, but the path was crystal clear to me the entire way. There were steep and slippery bits, but nothing I couldn’t handle by swallowing my pride and sitting somewhere to scoot down if I had to. I was glad not to have done this bit yesterday right after the rain, and to not have brought along the heavy pack. I’ll have to figure out later if I actually could have used Rikichu-Noda’s station lockers (open 7 to 6 pm if I remember correctly) and taken a later bus. Anyway, I’m proud that I made the best decision for myself and did this section right.
Giving myself lots of leeway on time left me plenty of time to not only not lose my footing but not step on the never-ending hop festival that was all the little bitty to medium sized frogs hopping around. No offense to the frogs but I was mainly being careful because I saw three snakes on the trail, two of them mamushi snakes (which are poisonous) and one a darker unidentified snake which was extremely interested in getting the hell out of there before being identified. All three of the snakes, let’s be clear, wanted more than anything to get away and not be stepped on, so I did my best to drop the pace and keep an eye on the ground.
No bears, mainly because I was ringing my bear bell while treating the woods like my personal karaoke booth so as to not meet bears.
I’m really glad I went to Misaki and want to go again when the leaves have fallen and you can see the ocean better. Lots of woodpeckers and various kinds of tits.
Bento from trusty local store with beer and my last tent stay until I get back on the trail in October. There’s so much I still want to do here: see Marine Rose Park Noda Tamagawa, drink the local wine, stay at Eboshi-so. Next time.
By the way: the Tamagawa campground manager older fellow came by and wouldn’t let me pay for the last two nights since he hadn’t seen me, went to get my change for 150 yen from 200, and gave me a large handful of candy for good measure.































