Last Friday my parents took E and I on a short day trip to Hakone. As we were driving along the highway, I spotted Mt. Fuji peering its head out from the clouds. It was a brief moment and I just barely managed to get the shot above before my view was obstructed by power lines.
Somehow, I always seem to forget the scale of this Japanese landmark. It’s big. It’s gorgeous. And contrary to what I used to think, it is not named after a person. (In Japanese, Mt. Fuji is called Fuji-san. “San” means mountain but it’s also used at the end of names. When I was little I used to think that Japanese people named the mountain after someone with the last name Fuji and referred to it lovingly by adding the honorific “san” out of politeness. I was so sad when I learned people were just saying “Mt. Fuji” and not “Mr. Fuji.” “Mr. Fuji” seemed so much more original!)
It’s a place that’s mostly famous for its onsen or hot springs, but we didn’t go to any this time. (I really wanted to though! Maybe next time…) We just went to escape from the city, get some fresh air, and enjoy the autumn colors that I so dearly love.
The ride back was also picturesque. The sunset was one of those extra lazy ones that takes its time, slowly changing colors, seeping across the sky, like ink on water in slow-mo.