My first visit to Sasayama’s Mt Mitake and Kogane was a wintry up-and-back from Ōtawa-tōge to the northeast. The trip always haunted me, as it felt like we cheated a bit by driving most of the way up the mountain, resulting in my desire to give the peak a second chance. Cue my trusty companion Paul M. and his German neighbor Chris, who are keen for a late September hike not too far from Kobe. I suggest Mitake, and our plans are set for a beautiful Saturday morning.
Paul M. drives the car through light traffic past the sleepy village of Okuhata and to the small trailhead parking lot along route 301. It is 10am and the temperature is already in the mid 20s—so much for the cool autumn air. We shoulder the day packs and walk back down the pavement to a signpost affixed to the side of a traditional farmhouse. I’m not sure how the residents feel about their backyard sharing trailhead access, but the lack of a barking dog suggests that the owner may not mind the brief passersby.
A large adult praying mantis stares at us from the top of a plant lining the edge of the owner’s garden as the path ducks into the forest to commence the steep climb. Horizontally speaking, we only have a distance of 2.8km to cover but well over 500 vertical meters in front of us. Log steps lead us to the top of a broad spur lined with Mongolian oak and red pine. At the top of a small rise, a battered signpost informs us that there was once a resthouse for visiting Shugendō practitioners, and a bit higher up the spur we reach the ruins of Mitake-ji temple.
Mitake-ji temple was a Shugendō hotspot purportedly constructed by En no Gyōja himself but more likely by a monk in the 12th century. It flourished as an esoteric training ground until burning down in the late 14th century. Now all that stands is an explanatory signpost and a series of rock boulders strewn across the Taki Alps. The path steepens from here, and after passing by a small Buddhist statue built into an alcove, we reach a rock face affording mesmerizing views into the valley below. A weather beaten carving of En no Gyōja sits in a niche above the clearing, and while taking in the views of the rest of the mountain range, a giant Japanese hornet hovers to remind us that it is now breeding season.
We beat a hasty retreat and skirt past a few more rock formations before ducking into a dense cedar forest housing a covered picnic area with a porta-potty installed. A few steps higher and we reach the summit ridge, marked by a large rock shelter bolted shut with a gate. Peering through the gate reveals a modest altar lined with ancient stone carvings, so eroded that it is difficult to determine which deities are enshrined within. A broad rock formation sits above the shelter, but rather than rest here we turn left for the final few steps to the summit of Mitake. Unfortunately, a TV antenna and cell phone tower sit on the broad summit, marring the otherwise unobstructed vistas of northern Tamba city.
An early lunch is in order, so the three of us settle down on a circular concrete bench erected beside the triangulation point. Preciously one bite into my sandwich, a large hornet swoops in, circling around Chris and I as if holding a personal vendetta. Paul M. looks on with amusement, for the wasp wants nothing to do with him despite his red shirt. Unfortunately, Chris is dressed in black, a color for which hornets are known to love. Meanwhile, I am wearing an orange shirt and red backpack, apparently another no go color in the autumn. You see, hornets have trouble seeing color, so to them orange and red both appear as black, though I am wondering if hornets might also be attracted to the sweaty odor wafting from my stinky body.
After three rounds with the hornet, I trod off in protest and head to the rock formation above the stone shelter just below the summit. My companions soon follow suit—including the hornet! So instead of a leisurely break, we shoot down the eastern face of the steep peak, hornets in pursuit. Every 50 meters or so, a hornet would buzz by, leaving me perturbed and regretting my decision to hike in active wasp season. My only solace comes at the splendid mountain scenery, which is finally starting to show some autumn tones.
Through a gap in the trees, the craggy monolith of Kogane rises up majestically due east, with the narrow Ōtawa-tōge pass separating us from our target for the afternoon. We lose altitude abruptly, holding onto fixed ropes with one eye on the lookout for more dive bombing by the annoying Vespas. To make matters worse, at the bottom of a steep climb we encounter a trio of hikers, who inform us that the hornets haven’t been bad at all. Perhaps the creatures hold a personal grudge against foreign male hikers.
30 minutes later we reach a grassy field at the mountain pass and settle onto a bench under some cherry trees to finish off our lunch. Sure enough, another hornet makes an untimely appearance, but fortunately for us it appears after we have finished off our rations. The mountain pass is home to a modest parking lot and the recently erected Forest Adventure, a French-inspired treetop park of vertigo-including walks and adrenaline-releasing ziplines. The trailhead passes right through the park, and while the attractions do cost money to experience, we are content with just walking under and around the playground built in the dense canopy of cedar trees.
While this park was not present during my first visit, it is a welcome sight, as this depressing section of monocultural cedar plantations would otherwise be neglected and forgotten. The route follows a dry gully until reaching a series of log steps built higher up the spur. We turn left and ascend to the top of the spur at the base of a narrow crag. While the trail skirts around the rocks on our left, Paul M. drops his pack for an improvised climb to the dizzying top of the boulder. Chris and I observe from the comfort of more stable ground.
A long fixed chain dangles downward as I start the skirt around the boulder. Wouldn’t you know it, two steps into my descent a hornet flies directly up from below, engaged in a game of chicken that I want no part of. Fortunately my partners have yet to start their descent of the fixed chain as I let out a scream and embark on a makeshift retreat back up the chain. At the top I duck as the bee flies directly overhead. With the coast now clear, I restart my careful repel down the chain and reach the bottom with no other close calls.
The route up towards Kogane is draped with fixed chains along the sawtooth ridge, with a few hornets thrown in as an added obstacle. For some inexplicable reason I always seem to take the lead on our hikes, and I am convinced that all of my hiking companions are content with letting me be the first one to encounter all of the spider webs, insects, and reptiles.
Just after 1pm we pop out on the summit of 725m Mt Kogane, covered in sweat from the tricky scramble. The panoramic views help calm our minds after the climb, with fluffy cumulus clouds floating around the surrounding peaks. On yet another rotund concrete bench we brew up some coffee while fending off yet more hornets. I swear this is the last time I will hike in September.
The caffeine and chocolate help to fight off the fatigue and we turn due south along a near-vertical rock scramble that leads back into the forest along a narrow ridge past the temple ruins of the 12th century Fukusenji temple, which is nothing more than a flat area strewn with boulders and a toppled explanatory signboard that is slowly being returned to nature. A jizō statue is the only reminder that a great sanctuary once stood in its place.
It is here that we leave behind the ridgeline and descend through a narrow valley of loose moss-covered rock which leads to a narrow mountain stream. We follow the tape marks and about half an hour after leaving the ridge we pass through a chain-link gate and reach the outskirts of Okuhata village.
Asphalt would lead us back the car in a roundabout way, but spying a shortcut on my GPS, I lead our team past a small shrine along an overgrown path that dead ends at a chain-link fence. We can see the road on the other side, so we all scale the fence and navigate through a field of solar panels to reach the road back to the car.
All in all it has been a fun excursion in the hills, hornets aside.