Takachiho, Miyazaki โ โฐ Mount Sobo โ Taketa, ลita
๐ Great Upper Iwato Bridge, Miyazaki
There are probably worse ways to start the day than to tenkara fish the cold waters of Jลkลji Falls, on the southern approach to Mount Sobo. During a break, he opened an ice box in his truck and showed me the previous dayโs catch: eight beautiful mountain trout, gutted and frozen in a plastic bag.
๐ Mount Sobo, Miyazaki
Itโs barely spring on the high ridges of Mount Sobo, the forest grey and brown after a long winter, and then, between 1,100 and 1,300 meters above sea level, akebono azaleas bloom like an oversaturated dream, above a vast valley which opens to the east. They look like the fragile conclusion of centuries of horticultural tinkering but they arenโt: theyโre as wild as the mountain. Further up the ridgeline, into ever cooler air, they disappear like the dream they are, giving way to bamboo grass and shrubs.
๐ Mount Sobo, Miyazaki
๐ Mount Sobo, ลita
Closer to Shikoku, as the land gets more Buddhist by the step, statues start dotting the roads and the mountains. On the borderlands of Miyazaki and ลita, they are dressed invariably as grandmothers, in red knit caps and jumpers. This one stood alone on a forlorn clearing below the summit of Mount Sobo, braving the harsh conditions at 1,600 meters above sea level, and all she needed was a warm cup of tea, which I did not have and could not give her.
๐ Mount Sobo, ลita
๐ Taketa, ลita
