The 11th Mountain Journey ｜ Eiichi Kiyono on the Road ｜ Essay Column ｜ COLORFUL

　I returned to Fukushima every month for this series and the novel I am writing now, and brought back a number of cardboard boxes that I left for many years. When I opened the cardboard box, I found a manuscript written in a magazine many years ago, a notebook I wrote somewhere somewhere, a guest house receipt in some country, and a red -covered Thomas Cook. The photos that I forgot to shoot and the films of the 8mm movie I shot when I was a college student were tightly packed. When I was a kid, I remembered while driving on a mountain I was watching with a camera without film. Speaking of which, I sometimes lost my house, rather than traveling. Returning to Tokyo, I sometimes think of the cardboard box piled up in the study. I rarely read the text I wrote back or look at the photos I took in the past. Before heading to the new manuscript paper, look back at a short sentence and read a short sentence. Think about the past, future, photos and sentences. And I'm going to go somewhere again.

　A glittering ice slope lays on the ground like an island floating on the ground. When the orange morning sun, which had been low at the feet, disappeared, a moist and heavy cold air came into the underwear from the neck to the chest. The nearby mountain trail, who climbed for the first time in a few years, was blocked by a solid snow that had hardened with a black wind crest on a white background. There is a sound of someone piercing the cane behind the dripping fog. Follow the tired leg one step further. If you fall here, it will slide down all the time on the snowy slope. When I was a kid, I was more light on snow and ice, and even in the middle of winter, I was playing around in the mountains near my parents' house. It is said that the sacred mountain in the neighboring town is a mountain that has a superb view of strangers and cliffs along the mountain trail, and has been a major base in mountain religion before the North and South Dynasties. Now, only the old foundation stones and barriers buried in the sosukin near the summit remain. I heard the sound of a dry bell from the fog and looked around. Both the front and back, the blurry fog landscape continues. Even now, sometimes, when I am alone in the mountains, I sometimes remember the story of my grandfather who said that I could meet dead people in the mountains. As I climbed the rocky mountain, the dark fog turned into rain. By the time I arrived at the summit, a storm was a storm, and climbers in T -shirts rushed to the mountain hut. There is a small shrine of Tsukiyama Shrine surrounded by stone walls like a castle wall right next to it, but it seems that Amida Nyorai was enshrined before the separation of Shinto and Buddha. Dewa Sanzan, which adds Haguroyama and Yudenyama to Mt. Most of the worshipers are climbers and tourists who are neither Yamabushi nor practitioners, and they are not banned from women like Omineyama in Yoshino, but in addition to the training conducted by the office, the Haguroyama Mt. And hundred days training that lasts until New Year's Eve is still being conducted.

　After 8 o'clock in the morning, a screw shell rang at the summit that told the departure of the passenger. In the wind and the rain that does not fit, about 40 white costumes begin to descend into Yudenyama. There are many women among the practitioners, and there are some young people. Even if I was taken by a friend nearly a decade ago and climbed Omineyama, some of the people wearing white costumes were pierced with backpackers who like overseas travel, and a cane stamp from the mountains from all over the country. There were young people. I don't know why they came to the training ... I just wanted to climb the mountain, for some training, or if there were more personal reasons and religious motives. However, few people will participate in strict mountain runs and waterfalls on just travel and play. They chose to climb the mountain for a few days from the many other travel destinations, climbing and killing time. It was the same for me, who was stuck on a steep slope with a knee that rattled for six hours and a swollen arm with intense insect bites. I have climbed Mt. Tsukiyama many times, but this is the first time I have passed a steep rocky route going down to Yudenyama. If you are not a hobby or a religion, you are not a hobby, but if you ask if you climb such a mountain, this is quite interesting, but when you ask why, you will not understand it. The scenery and climate that changes with time and movement is wonderful, and the rocks of Yudenyama, where hot water spouts, is rare, but there are many more superb views, sea and deserts in the world. I wanted to go to the mountains in my mid -twenties who lived in Tokyo for many years. I was traveling around Japan more often than now. Since I was a child, the mountain scenery was always in that way, and I have never seen or walked with interest. I haven't even thought about camping and mountain climbing since the boy scouts. However, when I climbed Mt. Omine, I felt a strange nostalgia in the mountains I saw for the first time and remembered the sacred mountain. The landlady who stayed that night was born in a mountain hot spring near his parents' house. I knew about the ancient highway and Shugendo, and I went to Osoreyama on the Shimokita Peninsula because of the films of Reiyama and Shuji Terayama, but along the mountain, from the north end of the northeast to the south. I decided to drive by car. I walked along the Saiyama riverbank in the midsummer, visiting Iwate's Stonehenge and Yamagata Dewa Sanzan, and arrived at the familiar spirit mountain as a child. All buildings were burned off, and only the strangely destroyed rocks and the mountains of the cliffs were in front of them. After a few years of traveling, when an outdoor party began in Japan, I started to go somewhere every month. Most of the Japanese rave and rock festival venues were in the mountains. While dancing in the sound, I looked around with a number of names that were illuminated by the morning sun and smoke in fog and rain. The sound of the sound came to me more intensely than the mountain without it. After passing the iron ladder, the road to Yudenyama enters a tightly sloping rocky area, and jumps down from a stone to a stone lined up in the stairs. The knees who have been walking for almost eight hours laugh, their eyes are nailed to their feet, and they breathe under the scorching sun. I can do my best to go to the next stone, my head gradually becomes more like a creature that just walks in the mountains. The transformer state continues from the dark to the brightness, going down the road in the mountains, changing the scenery with the passage of time and movement, and if it ends up, the tired body remains. It may be a little similar to the dance transformer if you forcibly compare it. Both are narrative experiences through their own body. Needless to explain that the essence of the examinations is completely different. After returning to my car from Yudenyama, I parked my car in a parking lot overlooking the mountains and waited for the evening to come. I feel that the strange nostalgia I felt when I climbed Mt. What I was always interested in was Mt. Nantoka, but a mountain on my feet, which was rolling inside myself. Whether it's a sacred mountain or Ayers rock, I will climb it and feel fun and boring every time I stand on my own feet.