|Hiking up the mountain from the village where I stayed. This is nearly the last of|
the fall rice harvest.
|Isn't this bewitching? High on the mountain, the rice terraces march down into a fairy land of bamboos|
and autumnal grasses. The steepest parts of the slope are given over to grasses.
|The wooden (fir, I think) homes are |
constructed with pegs rather than
nails. I rented a room for $13 a night.
Smelled nice inside, but there was a huge
spider in the passage to the bathroom.
|I stayed in a hotel much like these houses, to the right. This field was being harvested the day I left. |