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On Sunday I spent the evening atop a mountain in Sakaide. I’m not sure which mountain, but it was one within walking distance from the Sakaide station, though that is questionable since I wouldn’t know since I was picked up by a friend from the Circle K convenience store next to the station. It began at 4:30 and lasted till 8:50ish, a well-spent four hours in the life of each of us there. I met up with a fellow teacher at the Hashioka station and it was him who introduced me to the friend who wound up giving us a lift from the Circle K to the mountain. As we were leaving two more teachers pulled up right beside us, so we formed a mini-caravan and embarked on our little journey. All I remember of the directions to there was that we took a left from the Sakaide station, so that initially we were driving right along the rail line itself above us. We parked at the base of the mountain in a little makeshift parking lot and went down the road a bit till the friend who gave us a lift pointed out the path up to our little bonfire site. The way up was a bit toughgoing, definitely nothing I’d do for mere fun. In fact our pack was overpassed by a gentleman who seemed to be just going up and down the steps for exercise, or perhaps to pray at the shrines along the way and at the top. It took us maybe 20 minutes just to complete the path and get to some leveled ground. We stopped along the way twice to pull up into some crooks to take in the view, some of us even taking pictures of them. We were met at the top of our path by a torii gate before a vacated and unkept religious shelter of some sort. There was a large stone with inscriptions to the left somewhere, and past that some farming rows of plants, sheds, and giant pots filled with water. A bit past that we came upon our spot. It was a little hut with benches and chairs and lots of wood laying around for us to throw into the barrel left in its center for setting fire in. It started with just five of us before four others joined later in the night. We listened to some dope music that one of us hooked up to some loudspeakers while roasting schmores. I made my first “technical” schmore there. It was what we can properly call, a glorious little night.