Dr. Jack Wheeler
July 6, 2006
It was an interesting way to spend the 4th of July. And instructive. I climbed Fujiyama - Fuji-san, as the Japanese reverently call it - once before when I was 17. That was in 1961, and I still have the climbing stick I used with the year burned into the wood.
It's funny that I have no recollection of the climb being hard. It requires starting from 7,900 feet at 4 in the morning, and trudging steeply up through volcanic scree to reach the rim at 12,200 feet some five hours later. No problem when I was 17. I guess 45 years does make a difference after all.
Actually, the big difference is in coming back down. Going up it's your lungs that take a beating, going down it's your legs - and I'll take the former any time. My lungs still work OK, but the endless, endless steep pitch down, down, down, hour after hour made it achingly clear I don't have teen-age legs any more.
But my 14 year-old son Jackson does - and standing on top of Fuji with him made all the effort easily worthwhile.
For the rest of his life, Jackson will remember the 4th of July in 2006. Fujiyama, one of the world's most famous mountains, is now a part of his life. Hopefully, it will inspire him to learn more about the country of which Fujiyama is the symbol: Japan.
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