Someone saved my life today.

That’s what I feel like singing every time I climb Ryuso.

In my neighborhood, 33 degrees. Thirty minutes by car to the trailhead parking lot, 26 degrees. Fifty-seven minutes climbing, 17 degrees. (That’s 91.4, 78.8, 62.6, respectively, for my fahrenheit friends in the U.S.)

But when I say I want to sing someone saved my life today I’m not really talking about the temperature. On the mountain, my brain works. Some things, at least a few, make sense.

To put it mathematically, for me . . .

RYUSO = GOOD DRINKING WATER.

Ah, Ryuso, hope to see you again soon!