The usual spot. Again, couldn’t see Fuji-san . . . but what did it matter?
But someone, I think, was gathering those big white clouds. Someone just nutty enough to imagine that a sea of puffy-cotton clouds could both wipe out the foot of Fuji and hold its snow-covered top up in the sky . . . just about where it had always been.
Was it you?
Anyway, an hour later . . .
Thanks, Steve, for the lovely day. And I suppose you *did* mention we could read your blog before the hike, so if I had I would have realized in advance about the bear issue… 🙂
Thank you, Jean. Sometimes you have to read the fine print. Lots of good places still to go.