Mammoth Lakes – Finishing Up

The last half of the family vacation were hella fun.  On Wednesday, the boys and I went up the mountain for some more trail fun.   We got off at the McCoy station about took “Trail Home” back down the Adventure Center.  From there we took the gondola back up to the McCoy station and took “Brake Through”.  The boys were riding quite well and was quite surprised at how quickly they have been progressing over this week.

 Jake on “Brake Trough”

The boys were itching to try some more difficult stuff so we decided to check out the lower portion of “Flow” and then onto “Shotgun”.   They really dug the more difficult terrain and some of the features like the wall ride.  

Will getting some good height on the Shotgun wall ride

Jake getting a little wall action.  Even with just getting barely on the wall he giggled and thought that was the best thing ever.

Will decided to tackle a log ride further down the trail.  I was a little apprehensive about it but was pretty stoked when after several attempts he nailed it.

 

We finished off the day at Lake Mary by renting some pedal boat to fart around on the lake and do a little fishing.     There was a lot more of pedalling around than fishing and Casey and Jake proved that pedal boats are not swamp proof.   It was the best boat rental ever as got way more than our money’s worth of laughs out of them.

On Thursday, while the family slept in, I we got in some runs on a few of the double black diamond trails.   They have some pretty gnarly trails up there that lett me humbled and stokes at the same time.   I did a couple of runs down Techno-Rock before hitting up Chain Smoke to Twilight Zone.   I was shotting some video and did not get any photos.    I can see a bigger bike in my future if I wanted to ride terrain like that on a regular basis.   For the final run, I went back up and did Bullet to Follow Me.    I was back at the room by lunch.

In the afternoon, the boys and I went checked out the old Mammoth Consolidated Mine.   The remenants of the buildings and equipment all over the site that are pretty cool to poke around.   

There is even a mine shaft that you can check out.  It is plugged some 30-40 down the tunnel but is really cool as you can still see the rails for the ore carts.  When I say cool, literally applies because as soon as you step into the the tunnel it feels like the tempurture is in the 60 degrees range. 

After finishing up at the mine we spent the rest of the afternoon feeding the fish at Twin Lake one baited hook at a time.    The following morning it would already be time to pack up and head home.  Man does time fly when you are having fun.  This was a great vacation and one I sure we will remember fondly for many years to come.

Mammoth Day Two

What a fun day in Mammoth we had yesterday.   After leisurely getting up and around, the boys and I went off to do some fishing at some of the local lakes.    Fishing is a good way to help teach the value of patience and we should have been doing this more often.  With my kid’s daily life of video games, hockey, skateboarding, bikes and all the other things that keep them buzzing with activity it was good to put things in the slow lane for a change.  We were all reminded that is called fishing and not catching.   

 

On several occasions we watched trout swim right below the rock were were perched on.   One even came up to the surface and gulped down a bug that just landed on the water. 

I was really stoked when my boys not only got to see a Bald Eagle but also watched it swoop down and pluck a trout right out of the water.  The eagle then landed on an dead tree nearby and proceeded to scarf down the trout.

While all Bald Eagles are big birds this was not a huge eagle like the one I saw in Anacortes, Washington earlier this year.   One thing is for certain I was so stoked that my boys got to have such an awesome nature experience without having to turn to the Discovery channel.

My mid-afternoon we decided to cut the fish some slack and headed back to the condo.   Looking at the clock we realized we had enough time to catch a gondola ride up the mountain.  Jake and Casey had some shopping on thier to-do list so Will and I suited up and headed out for a run down the mountain.  Will has been bucking to do some of the more difficult trails on the mountain.   I was also looking forward to some of the more technical and feature/stunt oriented trails as well but at the same time the Dad in me has been apprehensive about putting Will in over his head.  

After talking with some folks I decided to test Will out on the black diamond upper section of “Skid Marks”  that starts off right off the top of the mountain.    Will did quite well through the rocky bits and switchbacks, but did take a minor “soil sample”.   He did have all of the protective gear on so he did not even get a scratch.   I did find that following my son through the technical and semi-exposed sections made my riding more difficult as my brain kept switching back and forth between mountain-biker and dad mode.      

Once I realized that Will’s bike handling skills have been improving significantly I found that I was able to spend more time riding with him as a fellow mountain biker and and less as a protective father.  After Skid Marks we took the more intermediate trails of Paper Route and Juniper down the mountain and enjoyed some great swooping and flowing singletrack goodness down the mountain.  

The late afternoon light was really nice and colors of the mountains were starting to go off.   We stopped a couple of times just to take in the views.  Will has always enjoyed the thrill of riding but I think something may have clicked this afternoon about intrinsic value of experiencing the scenery and of the overall outdoor experience beyond simply the enjoyment of riding the bike.

Family Vacation at Mammoth

I took the family up to Mammoth Lakes for the week to get in some vacation time. The plan is to relax, ride some trails, do some fishing and whatever else strikes as interesting.   Yesterday we hit up the mountain for a bit of lift-assisted mountain biking.   It was pretty nice to spend no energy to get up 11,053 feet and then ride trails back down to the condo at 8,200 feet and many miles away.  

Will and Jake clowning in the gondola

The Boys at “Top of Sierra”.  The views from here are pretty freaking impressive.  

We did the Off The Top trail from the peak.  It was pretty interesting riding above the tree line.  Will led out like shot off like a bat out of hell.  I was happy to see that he followed some directions on waiting at every trail intersection.   He actually did better than that.  He would rip for a ways and then wait to see Jake and I to come into view.   Jake was a little intimdated at first with the expansiveness of the mountain side up top but after a couple of switchbacks he got the hang of it as was zipping along quite nicely. 

After “Off The Top” we hooked up with “Beach Cruiser”  that took up back down to the bottom of the gondola we took up.  From there we picked up “Downtown”.   Downtown was a heck of a lot of fun that I’m guessing is around 5 miles or so long.    

Here are the boys taking breather on Downtown.   Yes they are looking at little pooped at this point.   I’m guessing we did about 13.5 miles of trail riding in the morning.   The downtown trail is really fun and it literally comes out of the woods across the street from the condo we are renting.   Over lunch the boys got some energy back.  A few hours later we were all headed back up the mountain for another run down the mountain.  The boys were certainly good and tired after the second run.  We spent the rest of the evening enjoying a hearty meal and relaxing before the boys zonked out.

Fugato-yama exploration

Well I’m back on the right side of the International Date Line and I must say I had a really cool time in Japan but I’m glad to be back at home where I have more “normal” things to fill up my day like leaky facets, broken sprinklers, kid’s hockey games and other family goodness.

The last two weeks in Japan were pretty busy so not much time to play online, but I did get in some riding.  Specifically I went out to the largest chunk of forest on the pennisula.  Most of my friends refer to this area as Fugatoyama, but it is actually a sizable chunk of the Kanagawa Wildlife Protection Area that has several names.  Topology-wise there are a series of ridges lines that form a reverse C shaped bowl with a river that forms and flows from east to west  of out the outlet of “the bowl” and onward to Segami Bay.  Most of the riding occurs and the northern leg of the “C” and down the northeastern flanks of the ridgelines down to the Tokyo Bay side of the pennisula.  

In 2004, I had done quite a bit of exploring on the southern leg of the reverse C. There are nice sections of trail in that area interspresed with hike-a-bike and aggressive sections.   If you have ever ridden Bell Ridge or Los Pinos in Orange County it is sorta like that but forested and the trail is often criss-crossed with roots.  I had snooped around for connections between the North and South legs but had mostly found brutal steep hikes that were “Advanced/Expert Hike-A-Bikes”. 

 

I really wanted to find a connector that only included some “Upper Intermediate Hike-A-Bikeage”  After a good bit of research I had some proposed routes that inlcluded going into “The Bowl”.   There is an awesome chunk of trail going into the bowl.  It is wonderful sweeping flowing singletrack that gracefully looses its elevation into the bowl.  I was hoping to find such another trail leading out of the bowl to the south.   Hope…..Hope on it’s own is for idiots who are too stupid to come up with a plan.  The plan was to be mentally prepared for a brutal hike-a-bike up to the south or bailout on a proposed trail along the river to the west.

“The Bowl” is an amazing wooded area that rivals some of the best forested scenery I have ever been in. I found myself not making much headway and I was enjoying every minute of it.  

I learned a really interesting bit of information from some of the locals about the snakes of Japan.  All of the venonmous snakes have slited eyes while all of the non-venonmous ones have round eyes.   The drawback to practically applying the information is that you have to get close enough to them to figure it out.

After exploring most of the options in the west end of the bowl I was soon started picking trails that would take me towards the southern ridges.  The bowl is not as much of a bowl as I had expected as there were some smaller ridges inside of the bowl that proved to be beaters.   This was by far not the first I had failed to fully appreciate the thin topo lines spaced closely together.   My payment to the mountain gods would come in the form of burning calves and triceps as I carried, lunged, and pushed my bike up the trails less traveled.

Once I had gotten up onto these intermediate ridges, I was presented with some trail options that left me scratching my head.  It was one of those things were I was pretty sure were the splits would take me but knowing and confirming are two different things.  I took a couple of these options as out and back to confirm were they were coing before continuing along my intended route.  

The next series of trail options shed off yet some more elevation and took me further down into the bowl.  When I reached a point where there was supposed to be a four-way intersection, I only found a T-intersection with my intended direction being the missing leg.    From pouring over my Japanese maps I figured out that I would have to take a long uphill climb that would most likely be hike-a-bike way to the west to catch the southern leg of the “C”.  I already knew the southern leg would also have a bit of hike-a-bike between the riding sections.   I was feeling fatigue creeping in but more importantly I was mentally growing tired of the hike-a-bike exploring.   I opted to take the trail option that followed the stream/creek downstream.

Boy was I glad I went that way.  After a good bit of technical riding, the trail started mellowing out and the riding got real flowing and just awesome.  I now started encountering some hikers here and there.  The further west and downstream I went the more mellow things got.  This was one hell of a great “bailout”. Eventually the “trail” ended at and old road that has been turned back over to mother nature when the wildlife protection area was established.   Mother Nature is doing a mighty fine job with this road.

Over the next few miles the trail/road turned to a dirt road, then a paved road and before long I was back in rural civilization.   I ended up taking a series of streets and trails back to the apartment.  While cruising back I got to thinking that if this was back in the states, it would surely be designated wilderness area or some kind of sensitive area that would be off-limits to bike.  Hats off to the Japan and thier outdoor culture.  Trails are trails over there.  You can ride your bike anywhere you dare too including national parks and thier wilderness equivalent.  From what I understand there are only a few trails in the entire country that are off-limits to bikes. One of them is Mount Fuji and that is closed only during the busy hiking season.  After dinner that night I broke down and packed up the bike and got all packed up to finish that last bits of work and fly home the following evening.

Exploring the Kamakura Mountains

Last weekend I went out to revisit some of the Kamakura trails I have been on in 2004 and also check out some of the trails I had never ventured down before.   This area is really awesome and it offers a lot of great trails that range from mild buffness, to scary hairball rocks and roots.   Navigating around here can be real interesting.  There are lots of trails optons and not all of them are well marked.   Even when marked, there is the whole language barrier thingy for me to help keep things interesting.

There was no shortage of good trails.  

 One of my favorite things to do when riding out here is to stop by this mountain rest stop were you can grab a bit of local grub as well as a mid ride snack.  It seems like you are out in the middle of nowhere until you come upon this place.   This group of hikers I had been leap frogging around for about and hour or so as I checked out most of the various splits in the main trails while they plodded along.   

 Yummy Oden.  It is mostly different types of Tofu, veggies and seaweed. 

 After lunch I decided to check out a route that none of my friends had tried before.  (Or at least not talked about)     The trail started near the mountain hut and went to the Kencho-Ji Temple in Kamakura.  

 For being a trail to place considered peaceful and good, the trail was more like a guantlet of trail evilness.  There were enough roots, rocks and drops to get most riders thier fill of technical playtime.  This would be a good trail to come and session all the features on. 

After a but of tough riding and a fair amount of hike-a-biking I arrived to the mountain peak above the Kenchoji Temple.   What followed after this was a very long, narrow and steep set of twisting stairs.

The stairs lead to the upper area of the temple known as the Hansobo which is the temples inner sanctuary. There are numerous and very impressive statue of creatures known as Karasu-tengu which roughly equates to Crow Goblins.  They are considered part of the protective spirit of this place.

 

 The Kenchoji Temple ranks first among Kamakura’s so-called Five Great Zen Temples and is the oldest Zen training monastery in Japan.   It was built in 1253.

The light was pretty crappy that day for taking pictures and I seemed to be having a “bad camera day” for some reason when it came to getting a good shot of the temple buildings.    There were lots of artists out working on thier craft and I soon figured out they had all the right viewpoints.   Thier paintings were much more interesting than any pictures that I was trying to get that day.

After spending about an hour on the temple grounds I meandered my way through downtown Kamakura and back to the apartment.   It was good to get in some culture along with a nice chunk of riding as well. If you like to read some more about the Kenchoji Temple first check out this site before hitting up Google.

I love bamboo!

Who cares about the little retaining clip dohicky thing anyway?   That is what I have often thought about the clip that goes onto the end of the post used on XTR brakes to keep the pads and the spring in the calipers. I have also thought of these as being along the same lines as “lawyer tabs” on forks.   I mean the post is screwed in anyway.    Okay so I noticed the clip had went missing a week ago.  No big deal.   Well out on a ride a couple of days ago it became a big deal.  All of the sudden my back brake went completely dead.  Lever to grips and no pumping would help.  I was also in the middle of precarious dip in the trail so it was “exciting” to get through the section and then get stopped.  I check out the brakes and holy smokes!  There was nothing back there.   Both pads, spring and retaining pin gone.   At that moment it hit me that I was a good ways from getting back to a street where I could limp back “home”.   I was also nearly at the highest elevation I would be for the entire ride.  Every route I knew of to get off of the mountain (I was exploring a new area for me) involved a white-knuckler descent.

Well I was not going to get anything fixed if I did not find my brake bits.   The good news was there was only about a 50 yard section of trail from where I knew by brakes were working perfectly to the spot of total failure.   Not too far of a distance, but the trail is only about 12″ wide and dense foilage is all along the edges.  So off in search of I went.

When I was growing up in North Carolina my Dad and I did a lot of hiking and one of our hiking activities was looking for Indian arrowheads and artifacts in argriculture fields and along the river and lake banks.   After tiling and fresh rains was considered prime time for looking for these.  It was good Father-Son times.   Beside it being a fond memory, the point I bring this up is that you develop a skill for scanning the ground and looking for stuff when you do this activity much.   I went into scanning mode and started looking for the brake bits.   I first made a quick pass along the trail just to set my end points and see if I could get lucky.  Nothing on the quick stroll.   The second time down the trail I went much slower and was focusing on just the 12 inches of the trail.   I managed to find one of the pads.   How can I fix this with one pad?  Better keep looking.  One more really slow pass netted me the other pad that was laying about three inches off to the side of the trail and was paritally hidden by leaves.  What a lucky bastard I was.   It had taken about 40 minutes so far and I was not interested in prolonging this anymore.  Time to figure out what to use for the post and spring.    My zip ties were too big and while I had some wooden matches for a retaining pin, a couple of rides ago I gave up all of my tape to boot a friends sidewall so I was out of something easy to hold the matchstick in place.

There is one thing in bountiful supply in Japan, bamboo.  It is nearly perfectly round, smooth and comes in an assortment of diameters.   I stripped a piece of bamboo of its leaves and slipped it into place folded it over and the small end was flexible enough to allow me to use it as binding string.   Sweet!

Now what to do for a spring?   Bamboo to the rescue again.   I got a bigger diameter section of bamboo this time and cut out a section slightly bigger than the normal gap in the pads.   I then split the bamboo, cut to  length and wedged it between the two pad backings.  The folded over piece of post bamboo also served to hold my spring piece in place.   After a few quick tests I was stoked to see the green bamboo was providing enough spring action. I felt confident enough with the setup to not bail on the ride.  I ended up riding about another 20 miles that day.    The following day on my way our for a ride, I swung by a local shop and picked up a set of pads, a spring and retaining pin.   I put it in my pack so I would have a “spare” in case my bamboo should break. 🙂         

Rain Rain Go Away…Or Not

So the weather the past week or so has been conspiring against me.  We made another trip out to Fujimi to get some downhill action in.  Since I had busted up my buddies bike last weekend and my 6.6 has STILL yet to make an appearance in Japan I was planning on renting a full-blown downhill piggy for about $80 for the day.   The rain was just freaking pounding at 5AM in the morning when we set off for Fujimi.  Even though it was only a short ride distance from my apartment to the meeting spot, I was a drowned ratt when I got there.  It is a several hour drive away so we were hoping for better weather over there.

Turned out not to be the case and there were lots of folks at the park thinking about wither to give it a go or not.  A couple of us to decided to wait for some others to get in a run and bring back a condition report.  I rather enjoyed kicking back in the van and shooting the breeze while the others scoped out things.  The group took a very long time to getting back from thier run.   Here is the way things looked.

Some had a little trouble shifting 🙂

Heda reported that while overall the trails were pretty slippery there was good traction in spots, particularly when using your chest.

We debated wither Dan’s riding shorts are 60 or 80 thread count, but we all agreed the inseam-stitching was singlepass.

The consenus was that things were quite slick and while still fun, there was a lot of gingerly riding to be done to get down the mountain.  I was not too interested in dropping $130 total for a rental and lift pass to gingerly go down the mountain so I decided to save my money for another day and chill out at the bottom.  Quite weenie of me I know, but it looks like I’ll be back here before I leave and hopefully when there is some sunshine.

Here are some of the happy but crusty faces from the day.

Micah

Dan

Greg

Before calling it a day, the 4X track had to be given a go.  It was in okay shape but it was wet enough to steal away some speed in the critical spots.    So despite not actually riding it was a fun day and a nice drive through the countryside of Japan.

Fujimi Panorama MTB Park, Japan

This past weekend I spent a day at the Fujimi Panorama Resort near Nagano get some downhill action on.   In 2004 I rode here twice with my XC bike (Intense Spider) and it was a freaking blast.  I was super excited for the return trip here as I now own a better suited bike (Intense 6.6) and have five years of skills development to put to the test.     Of course getting my bike to Japan is an interesting and still unfinished story.  I decided to go cheap and ship it USPS as it only cost $65 to ship an oversized 70lb bike box.  I should have asked how long it would take but did not.  I should have as I have since found out that it takes 3-6 weeks.   So here I am the day before the trip and still my bike, armor, helmet cam enclosure, shoes, etc… is not here.   The good news they have some good rentals at the park and you can get a full kit that includes a well equipped downhill mountain couch, full set of armor, full-face helmet, lunch, and a day lift pass for about $150. As luck would have it my friend Ken had to cancel so he let me borrow all of his gear that included his pig big.

Ken has a really awesome bit of mojo bolted to the fender on his bike.  I was present when this stick and Ken’s relationship first started.  At this park five years ago Ken took an unplanned aerial tour of the forest along the A course and this was his souvenir from the tour.

Notice how far up the stick some of the “moisture” marks are.  Ken basically had this thing impaled up to where my fingers are at it in one of his butt checks.  He literally ripped him ripped himself a new one. Needless to say Ken was a real (Carnage Warning) Pain in the Arsh to be around.   While Ken was not laughing his ass off, some of us where in stitches.  God did he act like he had a stick up your ass.  Man have we had some great pun at his expense since then.


So anyway, despite my postal misfortunes I had a fully capable gravity oriented rig and was headed up the mountain.   I showed a couple of my new friends the easier “C” course down the mountain as I wanted to get a feel for the bike before.   In addition to a different bike, it was my first time riding with flats.   It was bit of an adjustment, but for lift-assisted riding I could get used to it.

After the first run I felt pretty comfortable with the bike and decided to give the “A” Course a run.   Man was it awesome.   I remembered the course well enough to allow for some downright ripping speed.  Last time I was here I did a lot of brake checking on the jumps and sucked the bike up underneath me to keep things on the ground.  This time I was letting the bike go and sometimes I was even preloading before the kickers.  There was one kicker in particularly that I got so much more airtime than I expected as the trail just fell away after the kicker with a slope that nearly matches trajectory of a fast moving bike.  While never more than six feet off the ground, I floated for well over 30 feet before touching back down into a buttery smooth landing zone.  While there were several spots I scared myself,   the run is best described as a continual string of “Joygasms”.  (Thanks Dan for the word) 

I spent the rest of the day just digging the ludicris speed downhilling.  That is until near the end of my forth run.  The bottom of the A course has an optional more technical section that is a couple yard long before it rejoins the main line as you come into a rocky sweeping turn.  I rejoin the main trail will a good head of steam going and I leaning into the turn really hard, when my rear wheel breaks loose, the bike get sideways to the trail and I come off the bike and the bike goes flying some 15 feet before he hitting a tree.

While I did not have a scratch on me the bike’s front wheel looked a little wose for wear.   It iwas hard to walk a big bike down the mountain (even a short distance) with a rear wheelie.  So I call up my buddy Ken with the classic I got some good news and some bad news.   I spun it that the bad news was I would not get another run down the mountain and the good news was that see a brand new front wheel in his future. 🙂

The good news up that  I could have only gotten in one more run in so no huge loss.  I swung by the 4X course to see the happenings there.   There we plenty of groms and adults out on the course.

At the end of the day we stopped at an onsen (hot springs) in town and let the muscles loosen up for an hour or so before hitting the road for semi-longish drive back to Yokosuka.  The onsen was an great way to end an awesome day of riding.  In Japan the onsens are a nude affair so no pics.

The drive back was pretty cool as well.  Above is a view from the road we exited the mountains.

The evening view of Mt Fuji from a gas station in Gotemba.   I slept like a baby that night.

Galbraith Mountain Video

I finally got around to pulling together the footage I took on  Galbraith Mountain back in April.  Putting this video together was an awesome way to relive the great freaking riding there is on that mountain.  You may find the music a little aggro for your taste but these tunes got stuck in my head while riding these trails so it only seemed fitting put them on the vid.  

Right Click on the image above to download the 115MB video that is 8 minutes and 17 seconds long.

Exploring Takeyama

Last week we had a fair amount of rain on the Muira Pennisula of Japan which is about an hour south of Tokyo.  Moisture on the mostly clay-based soils here makes the trails quite slick so I was not expecting to see any trail action when the sun showed up for the first time in a handful of days.   

I decided to do a little exploring on the streets and see if I could find some new areas to ride when things dry out.  I have had a Japanese map of this area since 2004 so I whipped out my old friend and started looking for the thin dashed lines and mountain tops.

The map while written in Kangi which (I can’t read the stuff), is great for matching up with street signs and trailhead markers.   One of the more important Kangi symbols for a wandering MTB addict is the top of a pitchfork looking one in the circle pictured above.   It is “yama” and used on its own means mountain.   The other important one to note on the maps are the counterclockwise swastikas.  This is used as a symbol for a temple.   Hilter and the Nazis are pretty much the Johnny come latelys for using this symbol as its use goes back over 3,000 years.   Despite the Nazis twisting the popular meaning of it, in most cultures the swastika is a traditional symbol of life and good luck.   I have found that the mountain top temples almost always have decent trails leading up to them.

The mountain for this little adventure was Takeyama.  So I headed out for some street cruising to get over to the area.  The plan was to find the access road/trail that goes up the mountain.   I approached the mountain from the northeast so I started scoping out all the small streets in the area and worked my way along the eastern side.  It is very common to find small villages and towns located at the bottom of the mountains where there is ample access to water sources.   There are often many small patches of family farms interspersed along the creeks and streams as well as the lower portions of the mountain where the terrain is transitioning from steep to the mellow valley floor. There is often a network of small trails that connect these small farm patches.  I was hoping to find a trail coming down from the top of the mountain to one of these patches. 

I did find such a trail heading up the mountain off of one of the farm trails.  The forest was a mix of large bamboo and hardwoods.  I only went a short ways up the trail when I discovered that it had been washed out and after scrambling around the washout the trail become so overgrown to the point of virtually being gone.   The high amount of annual rainfall here allows mother nature to reclaim that which is not used in as little as a single season.   I went back down and continued my snooping on the east side.   I knew there was a fire road coming down this side of the mountain but I was not having any luck finding it.  There were several business and private areas that were locked up and I was beginning to think the fireroad might not be publically assessable .  After a while of not getting anywhere on the eastern side of the mountain I decided to try approaching from a different side.  

I cruised downhill with lots of speed along the streets until I reached Tsukuihama beach on Tokyo Bay.   It was time to refuel with some energy snacks Nippon-style.  While enjoying my snacks and taking in some views I was also scanning over my map to get an idea of where to go next.  The southwest corner looked promising as there where farmlands and at least one secondary road going over a saddle to the west of the mountain. 

Once back on the bike I started working my way towards the mountain.  When I went by the local train station, I noticed a sign with an arrow and the Kangi symbols for Takeyama.   Japan has a very strong hiking culture and it is common to find directions to trailheads at the closest train stations.   This was a sweet find.  I followed the signs that took me along a riverside path before directing me onto a narrow paved road that in some spots was about the width of an average golf cart path in the states.   


My destination can be seen in the distance in the photo above.   There were three peaks to get over on my intended route.  The first one is obscured to the far right and out of frame, but the other two with the radio towers on top can be seen.  I could already tell there was going to be some steep ups and downs between those two peaks.  With the expected moisture on the trail, I was prepared to hike-a-bike most of the route that lay ahead.   

The paved roads and signage brought me to the actual trailhead and the trails were indeed slick in spots.   When the grades were mild you could get in some peddling but add much grade or roots and you had some serious treachery to contend with.   It was all good as I was mentally out for a bike assisted hike anyway.   On the way to the first peak I came across one of these statues on the trail.   I need to find the purpose and history of these statues, but they are really cool and added to the exotic nature of being out here. 

Steep trails over here typically have log steps on them.  Without them you are not going to get up  some of the trails when they are a little moist.  The more established trails have replaced the wooden logs with concrete faux logs.  They have a fairly natural appearance, are a god send when hiking up and provide a technical challenge when riding down them.  As an added bonus when riding these on a rental hardtail, you will also get to fully stress test any dental fillings you may have. 🙂

The first peak I went over was Miura-Fuji, There were various spiritual monuments on the peak of which I knew little of thier meanings.  I met a Japanese man here who had an amatuer radio rig setup on the peak.  I used to have a amatuer radio license as well and we knew enough of each other’s language to have a short conversation about how he was talking to his friends in Sapparo on the radio.  Considering Sapparo is over 500 miles away it, was a good haul with the equipment he had. 

Soon I continued on and headed for the second peak.  As I had expected I lost some elevation before having to regain it all and then some.   It is hard to convey how steep some of these mountains are in pictures.  In the case of the picture above, the angle that I am looking down is not captured.

The trail beyond to Muira-Fuji went on for a sizable ways before coming out onto a fireroad.  This had to be the fireroad I was looking for earlier in the day but had missed.  There was only one way to know for sure where the bottom of the fireroad came out at.  So I descended the fireroad and I was surprised at its length.  When I got to the bottom, I realized I had gone right past it thinking it was a driveway to an adjacent home.  If I have ridden another 50 feet closer to the entrance it would have become obvious that it was the fireroad.  Now that I knew the where the bottom of the fireroad was I turned around and retraced my way back up the fireroad.   It was a good climb and I continued onward past the singletrack I had originally come in on. 

It was pretty mellow climbing the rest of the way up to the second peak, Mt Hodai. The views from the peak were a letdown as the flora growth obscured any views. What was interesting was a large concrete structure sunk into the ground. I could not figure out its purpose.  I later found out from a Japanese friend of mine that during WWII a large anti-aircraft gun battery was here to defend the area against American bombers.   It never shot down an American plane.  

From the Mt Hodai peak, I went back down the fireroad just a short ways and picked up a singletrack that headed over to Takeyama.  There was not as much hike-a-bike as I had expected and I soon found myself at the peak.  The views from Takeyama were somewhat dulled from the marine layer that was still lingering.  The exceptional part here was the Takeyama-Fudo temple.  It is a small traditional temple with ornate wood work and an overall design that was exceptionally interesting. 

Where does one start and the other begin?

After perusing around the temple grounds, I snooped around for another trail heading off the peak.  There was one heading down to the Southeast but I was looking for something to the north.  I descended the brutally steep concrete road access road for the temple looking for a northside trail.  I had to keep my speed in check as I did not trust these concrete roads that had some moisture on them.  There had to be some sections that were over 20% grade.   I did find one promising looking trail, but opted to save it for another day. Once back down at the bottom I went back into street cruising mode and made my way back to the apartment.  I was pretty stoked with this day as it turned out to be so much better than I had expected.