On Sunday, Neal, Quinn and I joined our friends TJ and baby Erik to hike up Mt. Takao and watch the fire-walking festival. Quinn and Erik had the luxury of hitching a ride up the mountain. Unfortunately, the rest of us hiked up a trail that included lots of roots of very old beautiful trees and through streams and finally up a butt load of killer stairs to make it to the top for a hazy view of Fuji-san. But we did have some great tempura soba and beers(not me) on the way down. We took the cable car down. Now for the funny part.... the fire walking festival was actually at the bottom of the mountain and by the time we got there the fat lady (actually the Buddhist monks/priests and other participants) was chanting and singing for the closing ceremony. I think we will pass next year.
The first picture is Quinn on the train ride home. He had a full day running half way down the mountain and eating ice cream.
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