Trekking

Golden silence reigns with the dawn. There’s little but the sound of the Azusa River as it passes under the bridge like a cerulea...

I left Tokyo with a few friends long before the sun came up and started on the trail around 8 a.m. Everyone was groggy from l...

Packing your backpack for spring or summer hiking trips can be a matter of preference, but one thing is certain; packing it right...

Snow trekking on the spine of the Chuo Alps Eighteen thousand years ago the Japan Alps were not only rocky mountain peaks ...

I get off the bus at Miyagi Station and begin my two-hour walk to the Asosan trailhead. I am well rested, my pack feels less heav...

“Bee-beep! Bee-beep!” It didn’t seem right the alarm was blaring in my ear at 2:30 in the morning, but that’s the standard wake-u...

My thumb does the talking to the few cars that pass my way. I walk for almost an hour when a middle-aged man with a sleepy stubby...

My name is Bose. At least that is what my dad always calls me, so it must be my name. When he is angry with me, he will yell, “Bo...