How I went from hiking to owning a vegetable plot.
I'm walking up the familiar path to the top of my local mountain, Tsuneyama. But this time, I'm wearing a summer dress. I look out of place, a bright yellow spot amidst the mosquitoes, the spiderwebs, the mushrooms coming up from last night's rain, the mud dug up by the wild boars.
A hundred years ago, I might have been more at home. I saw an old photo of a poster in an informational pamphlet at the library that had an illustration of this mountain showing people going up in down in their kimono to enjoy the cherry blossoms. Young men drawn as tiny stick figures pulled rickshaws where people could take a comfortable ride in the open air. There were those old buggy cars putting up and down, and a steam train bringing passengers to the shore below, where shops were waiting to supply them with their picnic before they made their way to the top. When I saw that poster, I decided I wanted to see it in real life.
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