The trip to Miyanoura-dake 1,935 m

It rained the whole night. It was chilly in the morning. Luckily, the rain lessened to a drizzle.

It was pitched dark. The couple who camped outside the hut had already finished packing their tent. An old man who slept in the hut had already moved on. Sean the American boy was stretching his legs, ready to go. He was set on being the first to reach the summit this morning.

A few people came by the mountain hut.

"Ohayo gozaimasu!" the greetings were exchanged. Some paused to rest. Others hurried on. Those who stayed proceeded to remove their raincoats as it was getting too warm after the walk. Some took out their bentos and bottles for a quick bite.

Different worlds, common intention for the day.