Thank you for that link, Kaoru san. I watched it and found it most interesting. I shared it on Facebook with my friends from Yokohama. I climbed Mt Fuji with my twin brother in the Summer of 1968, right before my Senior Year. We started our journey on pack horses, thinking we could conserve energy that way. You start on Station 5. A bus takes you there. This horse idea was not good. The poor horses were wheezing for air! They had been ridden into the ground. I was sick for them. Plus, they were so tired that their footing was very oft kilter and they tended to trip and stumble. This was particularly stressful when we were near the edge of a cliff. This was the only scary part of the Climb for me! Once I was down off the bedraggled beast, I did not worry about my safety. We had started our climb at 8:30 pm. The horses took us about an hour towards our goal. At 9:30 pm, we began our ascent, which was basically an upwards walk. So, we walked and walked and walked. After an hour or so, I asked to take a break and have a graham cracker and some iced tea which we had brought in a canteen. My brother, a football player, was not keen on stopping. However, it was our first break, so he allowed it. He was not hungry. I opened my foil wrapped graham crackers and enjoyed one. My brother was not happy to be carrying them and said, "This is a Waste!" I told him I would carry them. But, he heaved them off the Mountain. Not only was it littering, it was selfish. We got back in the line of people that were walking up the Mountain. Oh yes, there were lots of people all around. We carried a very important wooden pole for our walking stick. We would need this much more for our climb descending the Mountain. An important tradition done to the wooden sticks was a branding at each station along the way of our climb. We did not realize this at first, but, we soon caught on. They charged 30 yen or so. The horses had taken us to what we finally grasped to be Station 6. We walked forever to get to Station 7. As we finally approached what we thought was Station 8, we got our Sticks ready for a Branding, only to find out we were in Station 7-1. Of course, there was a branding stamp for that. And, little places you could get a cup of soba. I was ready for a break. My brother was not. He was in a foul mood. I started to take out my graham crackers and he asked me for one. I said, "You threw yours away. No!" With that, he overpowered me, and took my crackers away! "Give them back," I said. "Oh, who wants a cracker now?" he replied. I should have said, "Polly!" I don't remember if he gave them back to me or not. He went ahead and I rested for about 15 minutes. I had to catch my breath. Then I decided that the Top was Station 10 and I would get there by putting one foot in front of the other. I was not a person who had done much physical activity. This was the hardest thing I had ever done in my life. I was determined to get to the Finish Line. Going down the "Other Side" was not an option! After the break, I started again. The walking had become steeper. This went on for a good 45 minutes, when I heard a guttural, "It's about time! I've been waiting here forever!" Wow! It was my brother! I was glad to see him. I thought we could sit for a spell and compare notes. But, no! There would be no stopping! I couldn't figure out why he had stayed there for me. I learned, years later, that my Mother had paid him money to keep me in his sights! Soon we were at Station 8, 8-1, 8-2, 8-3, and on to 9 and its Stations finally reaching Station 10 at Sunrise, 4:30 am! It had taken us 8 hours. What a climb! We made it! Let's look around. We looked in the middle of the crater. There were no barriers. We get a little stamp. I think, this is not very fancy for The Top of Mt Fuji! I am looking at the clouds and taking in the view and the feeling of accomplishment when my brother informs me we must leave. We have been there for less than 5 minutes. We are preparing to start down the Mountain and a kind Japanese man looks at my stick and starts making a fuss about my branding stamps. Apparently, there is another Top of Mt Fuji stamp and I am not leaving without it, to my brother's dismay. I have told him to go without me. For some reason, he does not! Lol! The stamp is fantastic! It costs 100 yen! You do not climb down the mountain. It is lava rock. You go down with your heels in the lava rock in a very specific maneuver. This is where the Walking Stick comes in very handy for balance. Coming down the Mountain took half the time as going up. If memory serves me right, it was about 4 hours. My calves felt the work out from this part of the climb, for days and days after. I still count this Climb as one of the greatest Accomplishments of my Life because it was sheer Willpower.
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