No mountains to fall off here in Nagano prefecture. Just black bears in the forest. We scare them off with little bells. Do the bells work? No bears.
A lunch of cold soba and hot duck (kamo) broth for dipping, a long walk, hot baths in dark rooms, and I get to wear a yukata 24/7.
I’m here as (mostly) a guest of Hoshinoya resort; this gorgeous place is stretched out by a river with a big library and lovely houses.
Last night: Corn “tofu,” kamo, all sorts of beautiful mountain vegetables, grilled beef, and sake.
Today it’s a visit to the onsen, walks, noodles, and more reading about Fukushima.
Shifting contexts, shifting meanings, Meiji to Shinto, and back again.