For more than three months it’s been pouring rain nearly every day throughout Japan. What I had promised myself would be a summer of copious walking along ridges, turned into days in my tent waiting out downpours and a summer washed away with thundering rivers and mountain sides giving way. During my climb of Mt. Kinpu in Chichibu, west of Tokyo, with a precious two-weeks of vacation lined up, I thought perhaps that surely the gods were frowning upon me, seeing that every single weekend since the first green blush of spring brought me up square against a wall of rain. It was as if someone was trying to tell me that there were things left unfinished back home and I had better sort them out before taking the leisure to go traipsing around in the hills.
This is to tell any of you who have continued to drop by that I am still alive and well and do intend to get back to writing in the blog, but right now I just need a break from blog writing for a while. A lot of things have happened that make writing somewhat difficult, with a lot of soul searching and reevaluation of what I am doing with my life, getting priorities straight.