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Lost on twin peaks

Hiking Mount Ougiyama and Momokurayama near Torisawa station

First proper hike and I already managed to get lost, lost enough to require a 1 hour back track after following the wrong path to an abandoned grave of the last guy that went the wrong way. More on that later.
I almost missed the train, again. Some services are still not running due to the great typhoon of 2017. As always, I looked up how to get to my destination on Hyperdia, and left plenty of time to transfer at Shinjuku. Then I got on the train and it didnt move.
Then various announcements were made and everyone got off. Now what! I didnt want to miss my chosen express train out to the middle of nowhere.
So I went one stop in the wrong direction and got on a different train to Shinjuku, I was sure I had missed my next train, but luckily that was late too, I ran onto it just as the doors closed 6 minutes late.

The journey today took me to quite near Mount Fuji, actually the last station I changed at is where the fuji railway to Kawaguchiko starts from.
Its worth mentioning that I changed at Shinjuku onto the SPECIAL RAPID LIMITED EXPRESS AZUSA 7, which went past my destination where I then changed again at Otsuki, and then caught the local train 2 stops back to Torisawa. Train nerds are hyperventilating with excitement at this.

Anyway, once I got off, I had to find the start of the trail, which fortunately today was very well signposted. I suspect thats because you have to go under the expressway along someones driveway, and then cut through the golf course country club waste collection area.
I also passed a few old guys looking after their farms, by spraying enormous amounts of pesitcide whilst having coughing fits, the air was thick with posion, these guys are making sure bees dont make a comeback in Japan anytime soon.

Finally, I was now on the trail proper, and I was excited. I had selected a trail that would go up one peak, along a ridge, down for a while then up another peak, then down to a different station. To fit all this in I had already run to the trail start, because it was a forecast 7 hour journey.
Getting up to peak number 1, Ogiyama, was through pine forests, and up numerous temporary waterfalls. Again today the water had decided the hiking trail was the best path. Fortunately it was rocky in these areas so I could keep my feet dry.
There were a few views of Fuji on the way up before it predictably clouded over when I got to the top.
Then the fun began.

I headed along the ridge, following a path, which became quite dark and overgrown, then hard to follow, then there were huge obstacles and I was no longer sure if there was a path. I looked at my GPS and compared it to the maps of other hikers. I was on the wrong ridge. I then noticed an old grave, at least I presume thats what it was, time to backtrack!
My total detour was about 2 hours, time to run again to make up some time!
I was really expecting at this point to never get to peak number 2, thinking I would just follow the same way back down, but then I decided to have a look over a ridge and I saw a heap of pine trees marked for chopping down.
Sure enough, in amongst them was the actual trail! Now I could get to peak number 2. The trail along the ridge was quite flat so I could run, seeing only 3 or 4 other people as I went, then it got really steep at the end, steep enough to put on gloves and scramble to the top for a good 30 minutes pulling myself up using trees and rocks (but no ropes or chains today!)

Then, despite having seen no more than 6 people all day, there was a group of 50 at peak number 2, Momokurayama.
The trail down from here was much smoother apart from another tricky waterfall section, before I knew it I was back at the next station, Saruhashi, and launched Hyperdia to plan my limited express journey home.

Again though, the train was an experience, despite not being crowded an old man decided to cut his finger and toe nails on the train. Then clean his ears with cue tips, then stick a tissue up his nose and see what he could fish out. The final act was to use that same tissue to scrub his seat back tray, spreading a thin layer of what came out of his nose for the next person to enjoy.
And before my mother says 'he must have been a Chinese', no, he was Japanese, wearing a sleeveless vest, a ping golf hat, carrying a briefcase and reading a Japanese newspaper.
I am convinced Japanese people have lost control of their low level body functions that regulate their noses and coughing reflex. I blame WiFi, genetically modified foods and vaccines.