Perambulatory couture

Not wanting to play the flaneur in Harajuku on such a fine day, Guy and I climbed up Takao-san. Wool was the fabric of the day, as it should be at this time of year in the rugged mountains of Tokyo-to. No synthetic fabrics for us.

We set off from the base, walking from the Takaosan-guchi station, up a creek, and then up and up and up until we were at the summit.

Standing at the 599.03 meter summit of Takao-san is, at present, my highest achievement in this field.¹

From there, we enjoyed the views over the Kanto plain stretching out far below us. And we accepted the congratulations of a few intrepid hikers (albeit dressed head to toe in synthetic gear) on our perambulatory couture. What should we call this? Extreme walking? Fashion hiking? The ideas were coming fast, and I knew just the thing to cool down my racing mind.

Naturally, that would be a soft cream. In this case, a fruit vinegar flavor. Very good. When practicing perambulatory couture, soft cream at the summit is almost an imperative. At least it was on this day. I had two.

Then we walked down, and down, past trees and temples, finally reaching a chairlift, and riding that down for the final stretch of the descent.