{"id":2856,"date":"2016-03-09T20:25:14","date_gmt":"2016-03-09T11:25:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/persimmon-dreams.com\/blog\/?p=2856"},"modified":"2016-03-10T14:58:49","modified_gmt":"2016-03-10T05:58:49","slug":"always-always-ryuso","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/persimmon-dreams.com\/blog\/2016\/03\/09\/always-always-ryuso\/","title":{"rendered":"Always, always Ryuso"},"content":{"rendered":"

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We didn’t have so much time, but we wanted to get out and walk in the woods a bit, so we said to each other, more or less, “How about Ryuso?”<\/p>\n

That’s sort of how we think of Ryuso Mountain: It’s a regular walk. The usual.<\/p>\n

But we’re really blessed to have such a nice mountain nearby, one that we can see every day as we commute to work\u00a0 or go out for shopping—or, being in my new digs,\u00a0I can see as I look out the window of\u00a0my study.<\/p>\n

We’re blessed to have a mountain\u00a0that we can get to so easily.<\/p>\n

When we climbed on March 7th, we met a group of three ladies. They told us they “only” climbed Ryuso about thirty times a year, but that “those guys over there climb three times a week—and one of them is 79-years-old.”<\/p>\n

The same mountain. More than a hundred times a year.\u00a0 I’m pretty sure that makes the mountain family.\u00a0 I know I climbed Ryuso about twenty times a couple of summers ago and it became family for me.<\/p>\n

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It had rained a lot the day before, so the orange wood of barkless cedar trunks was slick and bright, and the saturated moss had turned a vivid yellow-green.<\/p>\n

The moss reminded me of a passage in The Red Pony<\/em>. The boy, Jody, is hoping the rain will hold off until the end of November so that he can begin riding Galiban on dry ground, but the rain comes.\u00a0The rain\u00a0worries Jody, but Steinbeck’s description of how the rain changes the landscape makes us understand that Jody is dealing with something much, much bigger than he is, something eternally in flux, something he can’t control, but with constant beauty on display—if\u00a0we know where and how\u00a0to look for it.<\/p>\n

Jody had wished it might not rain before Thanksgiving, but it did. The brown earth turned dark and the trees glistened. The cut ends of the stubble turned black with mildew; the haystacks grayed from exposure to the damp, and on the roofs the moss, which had been all summer as gray as lizards, turned a brilliant yellow-green.<\/em><\/p>\n

Here’s why climbing Ryuso is great. It’s family: things are fam<\/em>iliar<\/em>—so you feel comfortable there . . . but there’s\u00a0always <\/em>something that surprises.<\/p>\n

At some point you realize\u00a0 you can’t control your children—and that’s for the best.<\/p>\n

You’ve walked the trail fifty times, but today your partner stops to strip off his jacket at a place you’ve never stopped before. So you look around. Suddenly you feel as if you’re in a place you’ve never been before. Even though\u00a0the place has\u00a0always<\/em> been all around you.<\/p>\n

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To the northwest, the clouds shift and the sky brightens, and you look off in that direction for the first time ever from where you happen to be standing right then. And you see\u00a0a clump of\u00a0tree branches that you never have before. And there’s something neat about the contours and the shapes the branches and the sloping ground create. You take a couple of pictures.<\/p>\n

And it makes you realize how very little you\u00a0actually do see from day to day. It’s a humbling thought—and fortunately one that makes you worry less about\u00a0whether or not\u00a0you’ve got everything figured out (because you know you haven’t, because you know you haven’t even seen what’s right before your eyes—you walked past\u00a0that camelia bush thirty times before you realized it was there!).<\/p>\n

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And at the same time, you feel inspired\u00a0to see as much as you can.\u00a0 You go home, sleep—and wake up with hungry eyes. The mountain, like supportive parents, or a supportive partner, is there, ready when you are.<\/p>\n

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Gradually, like Mr. Fuji, on a cloudy, hazy day, you assimilate—you feel a part of the mountain. And the mountain being as big and strong as it is (even if you can climb it in a couple of hours), well, that makes you<\/em> feel a part of something big and strong.<\/p>\n

That’s a nice feeling.<\/p>\n

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You might even shine a little bit.<\/p>\n

At the top of the mountain, you might feel like expressing your gratitude to the little lady\u00a0 keeping her mind’s eye on everything.<\/p>\n

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And\u00a0yes, we Hearty Hikers\u00a0got a\u00a0couple of special\u00a0“bonuses” this time up Ryuso.<\/p>\n

The mitsumata<\/em> (in English, “Oriental Paperbush”) were about to bloom. Paper can be made from its bark. (Nope, haven’t tried it.)<\/p>\n

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And when we were almost back down, I heard a frog croak. It wasn’t the deep sound I most associate with frogs. It was more of a cry, or a whimper—a puppy dog’s whimper.<\/p>\n

We stopped and listened—and finally pinpointed the sound. It was coming from a little hole, surrounded by moss and fern.<\/p>\n

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And we just listened.<\/p>\n

Listened to something (as old and feeble as we are) that we’d never heard before. Felt those guys\u00a0were communicating something very important down there in that hole.<\/p>\n

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We didn’t have so much time, but we wanted to get out and walk in the woods a bit, so we said to each other, more or less, “How about Ryuso?” That’s sort of how we think of Ryuso Mountain: It’s a regular walk. The usual. But we’re really blessed to have such a nice … Continue reading Always, always Ryuso<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2856","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/persimmon-dreams.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2856","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/persimmon-dreams.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/persimmon-dreams.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/persimmon-dreams.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/persimmon-dreams.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2856"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/persimmon-dreams.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2856\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2870,"href":"https:\/\/persimmon-dreams.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2856\/revisions\/2870"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/persimmon-dreams.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2856"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/persimmon-dreams.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2856"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/persimmon-dreams.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2856"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}