Over The River And To The Woods

I know I mentioned having a long weekend in my last post, but can’t remember if I explained why. This weekend is the school festival, and today is the day that students are setting up their stalls where they will sell food, along with preparing the campus in a bunch of other ways. The festival itself runs tomorrow and Sunday, and Monday is a cleanup day, so there are no classes. I don’t plan on being party to any of it, though I feel somewhat guilty since one of my students emailed me and asked me to stop by his stall ‘if I have time.’ Perhaps if it’s lunchtime and we have nothing to eat.

Chieko and I took advantage of having Ray in daycare to exercise our childless freedom. She went out to lunch with a friend and spent the afternoon hanging out with her.  I had to go into work for a few hours this morning but was done by 11. I got a haircut, took the train home, crashed on the couch for an hour, then jumped on the bicycle for an extended ride.

Regarding haircuts, I rarely get them, but I absolutely love getting them. My hair-mistress and I spend the first ten minutes or so catching up (I only go about 3 times a year, but she knows by basic situation), and then I close my eyes and zone out while enjoying the sensory experience of someone slowly chopping off my hair. I don’t even care so much what the end result is, since I am generally not happy with haircuts. More than anything I just enjoy having someone touch my head for 30 minutes. Sounds a bit weird, but really I just find it relaxing.

But back to the bike ride, which is the whole point of this posting. When I need to go to a home center I have two choices. One has more stuff, the other is smaller but in a more scenic place close to the mountains. I go to the latter whenever I need something that I’m sure they will have. It takes about 10 or 15 minutes to get here, and along the way there is a little town wedged between the foothills and the river that catches my eye every time I drive by. Today I made the 25-ish minute bike ride, with camera in tow, to get a closer look at the place.

A view from the opposite side of the river:


There’s a big, busy road that crosses the river, but there’s also a nice pedestrian/cyclist-only bridge. The view is alright.


This picture is looking back on the neighborhood/town. I was a little hesitant, as I usually am out of respect, to venture too close to anyone’s house or garden and start firing away with the camera, although there were a lot nice photo opportunities. I certainly stuck out to anyone who saw me though. This is a pretty isolated little hamlet, despite its proximity to civilization, and I doubt they get too many foreign dudes sporting cameras rolling through too often.


A lot of the space between houses and on the outskirts is taken up with gardens, and there are only a few rice paddies between the last of the houses and the forest.



And that’s where they set up the bear traps. There is a tantalizing, single-lane road that runs from the back end of this town up into the mountains, and I did ride my bike a little ways up. Japanese bears are little and not all that intimidating, but they can still do some damage. That reality, coupled with the fact bears are in ‘eat as much as we can before we hibernate mode’ at the moment, and thus venturing closer to humans and there gardens and garbage, kept me from going too far up the road. I’d like to go back in my bear-proof car and explore a little more.


I rode a little bit down the narrow roads that run between the houses. The one person I greeted seemed a bit put out that I was there. There are some really old houses here, a bit of a time warp from where we live just a little ways away. As I rode through the side streets there was a faucet running into a bucket that caught my eye. I took a few pictures, then continued on only to realize that all of the houses had their spigots running, some with hoses attached and stuck into drainage canals on the side of the street (sewer isn’t the right word, but I’m not sure what is). Not sure what was going on there.


This is the kind of place I would like to live if we are in Japan–close to all the necessities, but closer to nature. Might be a bit of sell for Chieko, but we could work something out.

That’s all I’ve got for the evening. Happy Friday!


2 thoughts on “Over The River And To The Woods

  1. I love a good haircut that includes a washing, but only do it (pay for it, that is) once a year (I do wash my hair on occasion). You make me want to go get it again. Unfortunatly, I just cut off all my hair yesterday. I guess I will have to wait a few weeks.

    No idea about the buckets, other than it may be you just have too much water? Here we all have water constantly flowing in and out of our ponds. If we all stopped the water it would back-up and flood the streets or someone’s field. It would make more sense though to have a better control than a small faucet like that.

    Did you make rice again this year? If so, how did it turn out?

    1. considering how much i enjoy getting my hair cut, i don’t know why i don’t get it done often … regarding rice, i’ve never grown my own, so anytime you’ve seen me me doing rice-related activities on the blog it’s been helping the inlaws on their farm in niigata … i didn’t help them this year though

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