The ascent to the paragliding base (to be tackled in a separate post) was itself an adventure, but there was no taking the thunder away from the star of the show – the majestic Fuji San (Mt. Fuji). Probably aware of my many failed eyeballs with him, he this time did not disappoint me. Slowly, he presented himself to us....
But when he got used to our intrusive presence, he reined his shyness and basked in what can only be called perfect weather.
Now capped with thin snow, the mountain bathed in sunlight tamed by the winter breeze. More clouds would have made our photos more dramatic, but I am definitely not complaining. I was happy, having fulfilled a cherished wish.
Not contented with our dayshots, we braved the piercing cold and passed by a nearby lake as we headed to our host’s home. Not knowing to take pictures in the dark, this shot was the best I could muster. But as I have earlier declared, I am in no way complaining.