It was windy and brutally cold, so we had to dress up really warm. I had my cross country ski gloves and ear muffs on. The first trail Dave took me to was all uphill. It was so steep, the trail was covered with wet rotting leaves and rocks with moss on them. A wrong move and I would fall off, so I walked my bike up and even then, it was difficult. My shoes kept slipping off the wet leaves. Dave kept urging me on just up there it will flatten but three quarters of the way up I told him to go ahead and that I would wait til he got to the top. But the trail wasn’t flattening off and he kept falling off so he finally turned around and came down and I walked my bike down.
The next trail we went on was alot better – at least I could ride it. We passed a lovely waterfall and we noticed a walking trail along the river a long way down from where we are. Good spot to take the kids for a walk when they come. The trail got steeper and steeper. It started to snow a little and i knew we were pretty high up. I could not get my gears into granny gears, so, I walked my bike while Dave went off. He was gone a long while and I was getting freaked out being left alone in Japanese forest with snow flakes coming down that I started yelling for him. I was very surprised when I saw him coming towards me and he actually heard my calls!
Then, we rode to the Samurai cemetery tourist center to see if we could pick up some gifts but the stuff looked very touristy and trinkety (is that a word??). Next to the ticket counter was a long electric walkway that would take lazy tourists up to the top if they did not want to hike up the 200 hundred steps.
Dave found another tricky trail and coaxed me to follow him. The trail was narrow and I had to watch where i was going . When i looked up I saw that Dave was on an embankment of a canal and he was gesturing to me to climb up. I saw that on the other side of the concrete embankment was a steep ravine. I told him I could not possibly walk along the narrow concrete with the bike and he said it is only for 100 yards or so and I said are you kidding, one false move, i could be in the canal or down the ravine! He thinks I could do whatever he could! I told him I wasn’t going to do it and turned around.
On the way home we stopped at a supermarket and I felt really guilty walking in with muddy shoes for the floors were sparkling clean. We had mud on our shoes, up our backs and legs! We got some nice bread for a tuna sandwich, salmon sashimi and an apple tart with nice flaky pastry. Yum.
We decided to leave our bikes in the apartment communal bike parking with some trepidation but we took our lights, and i took my seat up with me. Dave went off to check on them not so long ago and they were till there. On Tuesday, my translator will be coming to take me to a bike shop to register at least one of the bikes. Then, hopefully, she will write a note so that we could take the other two bikes. Here, in Japan, bikes are required to be registered so that in cases of theft, the police could go hunt for it.
I have seen bike patrolmen checking up on brakes, condition of the bikes and their registeration at bike parking lots.
The apartment manager told me that it was safe to park down there. We have been carrying our bikes up four flights of stairs to park them on our balcony and it was getting to be a nuisance. First thing tomorrow, I will be down to check our bikes.
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