With a good feeling, I was walking along the mountain path toward the summit at an altitude of 1,212m. On thorny roads, I sometimes went down the rock gap in a mountain ridge and through depressions.
The mountain road had a steep slope, but the air was good with the scent of forests here and there. I looked beyond the horizon, which was hazy in the fog far away.
I enjoyed this trail in my way, but when I had to take a break, I took a break. At Mt. Gozaisho, anyone who meets on the road is supposed to give a bow. It’s beautiful.