Chubu

The sound of my footsteps echoes across the empty Hayakawa Valley. No other footprints in the snow, no signs of life ahead or beh...

Mt. Kanaya is an unremarkable hill. Arrive in summer, and the short chairlift is running visitors to the top, so they can ride a ...

It’s a bluebird day with a dusting of fresh snow. Over at neighboring Naeba, spring conditions are already evident but, here at K...

The idea for Japan Coast to Coast, following famous rivers and crossing some of Japan`s highest roads, came 10 years ago when I h...

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...

Can a bathhouse be closed if the front door is left open? The Naked Stranger likes to ponder philosophical questions of life,...

There is an upside to a recession, I thought to myself. My head down, arms paddling too hard against wind and waves to worry abou...