Lake Towada, Akita โ ๐ Oirase Gorge โ Towada, Aomori
๐ Lake Towada, Akita
A thick fog swirled across the calderaโs rim, and I wouldnโt see the lake until dawn, diaphanous clouds dissolving above its cerulean depths. Forty one days after I had turned left at the gate of the great Zen temple of Eihei-ji, I rejoined Alan Boothโs path across Japan. I had set out, in April, to retrace his steps, but I walked into the mountain world instead. At the serene waters of Lake Towada we met at last, and I greeted his spirit loudly, this great blond man of the back roads, and a summer breeze played across the water, and the village houses were crumbling into the forest, and I was on a great adventure.
๐ Lake Towada, Akita
๐ Towadako, Aomori
๐ Oirase Gorge, Aomori
The only river out of Lake Towadaโs caldera cascaded down a spectacular basalt gorge, and I followed its course for hours, on a gentle walking trail whose length was an exception in this country of short walks. The forest was green and black, not blue, and it closed in and climbed the near-vertical walls, and I walked on, lightweight with hunger and wonder, and I listened to the river, and also to a Lotus Eleven, and night came like cool bedsheets.
๐ Towada, Aomori
