It’s been just about ten days since arrival on Hokkaido, and I’m sorry to say that tomorrow afternoon we return by ANA to Haneda. Because it’s lovely here: Quiet and peaceful, copses of birch, crying birds, people who seem generous as a result of having space, and summer brings out the vitality bottled up by long, harsh winters.
Yesterday we walked to a “mirror pond” accompanied by a local forager who pointed out edible mountain vegetables, and collected thin bamboo shoots. Later we walked to a lake at the foot of Mt. Yotei, which resembles Fuji-san, and passed by a group of energetic and elderly Japanese women hiking.
Lunch was a wonderful soba with grated, sticky yam.
Naps and onsen.
Dinner, unfortunately, was at a dreadful izakaya in town, but since it was dark and the drive to a fancy place an hour away, it was the best option. Probably.
Today we meet friends in Sapporo for an evening of wine and yakitori.