Photos from the weekend
The high point in this shot is Akakura dake, with perhaps a sign from the gods telling us to venture no further. We didn't.
The first thing Aki does when we reach a place of rest is clear the ground with her ski pole so that she can sit down. Caught in the act.
The first thing I do is mill around.
Our divinely inspired end point for the day was a cold Akakura dake; no end of snow, and no end of beauty.
The remainder. I know it looks like a lot, and it probably would have taken the best part of an hour or so to climb, but on good days I've done this last stretch from Akakura to Iwaki in little over 30 minutes. Aki wasn't up for it, and after some talk of hot springs and noodles I decided that neither was I.
One girl who never goes anywhere without combini food.