Perambulatory couture
![What does one get when a mountain walk is combined with fine fabrics, cut in the latest fashion?](/post/perambulatory-couture/p1_huaa4149cd16ac039e1ff00c3042c377ae_470837_ee344e948c9a53a14b779b7f6fa0c0ea.webp)
Not wanting to play the flaneur in Harajuku on such a fine day, Guy and I climbed up Takao-san. Wool was the fabric of the day, as it should be at this time of year in the rugged mountains of Tokyo-to. No synthetic fabrics for us.
We set off from the base, walking from the Takaosan-guchi station, up a creek, and then up and up and up until we were at the summit.
Standing at the 599.03 meter summit of Takao-san is, at present, my highest achievement in this field.1
![At the summit.](/post/perambulatory-couture/p2_hu0e39749948bf727988871f627de5d474_382790_821af1b02d335884c46ab4b300eb26c8.webp)
From there, we enjoyed the views over the Kanto plain stretching out far below us. And we accepted the congratulations of a few intrepid hikers (albeit dressed head to toe in synthetic gear) on our perambulatory couture. What should we call this? Extreme walking? Fashion hiking? The ideas were coming fast, and I knew just the thing to cool down my racing mind.
![Soft cream near the summit of Takao-san.](/post/perambulatory-couture/featured_hua3098e10feeb808596aaee18ed855c59_463760_6a94aacb81fa620d46491ec86cd02ec1.webp)
Naturally, that would be a soft cream. In this case, a fruit vinegar flavor. Very good. When practicing perambulatory couture, soft cream at the summit is almost an imperative. At least it was on this day. I had two.
Then we walked down, and down, past trees and temples, finally reaching a chairlift, and riding that down for the final stretch of the descent.
![On our way down the mountain.](/post/perambulatory-couture/down_hu9a57ba15696d036387e148b1b474eb19_398430_2cc92fef7e9cb587e164b3e078a94362.webp)
My highest achievement thus far in the field of perambulatory couture. ↩︎