{"id":2855,"date":"2016-03-08T08:00:53","date_gmt":"2016-03-07T23:00:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/voyapon.com\/?p=2855"},"modified":"2020-03-27T11:42:49","modified_gmt":"2020-03-27T02:42:49","slug":"takachiho-gorge-walk","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/voyapon.com\/takachiho-gorge-walk\/","title":{"rendered":"Takachiho gorge, a Walk to wake the Sun"},"content":{"rendered":"
One Miyazaki morning, waking up at a cozy guesthouse \u2013 an actual lodge of log \u2013 we hit the road and started rolling over scenic hills.\u00a0 Our warm morning and lolling start was the perfect lead-in to the magnificent Takachiho gorge, nestled in the interminable green of summertime Miyazaki.<\/p>\n
<\/a><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n The gorge was gone in a hiding place of endless forest fairyland.\u00a0 Nearing a parking area further from the gorge itself, we had left behind the scene of rice paddies and tea fields that also typify inland Miyazaki and were greeted by a torii gate set into a woodland wall of green and bark.\u00a0 It was a rare invitation to a world of true concealment.<\/p>\n Takachiho gorge’s was a sprawling woodland of towering trees and fellow travelers wandering like mystified children fixated on the first page of a picture book.\u00a0 At Takachiho shrine, where we crossed the torii, a couple of great trees were bound fittingly by Shimenawa Shinto ropes \u2013 another Shinto sign of the sacred.\u00a0\u00a0 This was a shrine where the presence for Japan\u2019s greatest naturalistic divinity tangibly awaited us beyond the cusp.\u00a0 Our feet on well-padded earth and our bodies in the cool beneath a great canopy, we were called to the path that gently led into deepening Miyazaki.<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n The path wound through the forest and vaguely downwards until we caught our first sight of Takachiho gorge.\u00a0 Looking down with our eyebrows raised, jags of rock seemed more like flint splinters.\u00a0 It was a drop.\u00a0 Tracing the narrow river upstream, its origin point remained unseen.\u00a0 However, across a patina bridge ahead was the beginning of a more frequented footpath, sided by an old-styled building.<\/p>\n Breathless meters away, we stopped over the bridged gorge to admire the sheer drop.\u00a0 Crossing, the canopy opened to let in the glorious sun.\u00a0 Amaterasu\u2019s presence shone through as we started down the stairs.\u00a0 To our right, the shopkeepers sold Miyazaki memorabilia.\u00a0 Nudging our bodily sides were visitors climbing up from below.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n The other visitors were dotted over the spatial spread that awaited us at the base of the earthen steps.\u00a0 Similar to a Zen garden, bare earth pooled into a wide area. The path narrowed over a footbridge atop Takachiho gorge, but again \u2013 for a couple hundred meters \u2013 was a wide space filled foremost by summer sun. To our left was the still-narrow gorge.\u00a0 We lingered and climbed a large mound overlooking the drop, noticing a simple human complement to Miyazaki mounds of natural design in the form of a bridge held dramatically high over Takachiho.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n We continued over a footbridge back into greenwood as the path narrowed and woodland wanderers cozied up.\u00a0 Shafts of light glittering through the trees onto the winding way were the beckoning hands of Amaterasu, and before long we were ushered before a dazzling sight.\u00a0 Trees banking to our left, a robust portion of Takachiho gorge filled our eyes.<\/p>\n