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	<title>i, cjw ~.::.~ Hiking, Climbing &#38; Mountaineering (mostly) in Japan</title>
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		<title>Life on the North Ridge</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The old man and I sat on the peak of the Gendarme, watching the early evening clouds boil around the summits of the North Alps. From our seat in the skies, the world below appeared as a sea of white foam dotted with an archipelago of dark mountain tops. The pyramid of Yari stood tallest [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://i-cjw.com/blog/2011/10/06/life-on-the-north-ridge/</link>
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		<title>To Everything A Season</title>
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“Many shall be restored that now are fallen
and many shall fall that now are in honor”
Horace (Ars Poetica)
 &#8220;All is flux, nothing stays still.&#8221;
Heraclitus

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It&#8217;s hard to write anything that doesn&#8217;t sound glib recently. I console myself with the voices of those long dead, who remind us that there is nothing so constant as change.
There&#8217;s only [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://i-cjw.com/blog/2011/04/07/toeverythingaseason/</link>
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		<title>Checking In</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Thank you to all those who have sent emails, phoned and left comments on the blog. Both Yuka &#38; I are safe and well, as are all our friends and family.
The situation to the north of Tokyo is nothing short of horrific. If you can, then please donate to the Red Cross or other reputable [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://i-cjw.com/blog/2011/03/16/checking-in/</link>
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		<title>In a universe far, far away&#8230;</title>
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Wake up, it&#8217;s six thirty already.
For two months I&#8217;d seen nothing but the dance of tiny numbers on a screen, the gasps and shouts of a world so intangible that it scarcely exists from minute to minute. The real world, where low pressure fronts locked over the Sea of Japan loaded the mountains with deep [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://i-cjw.com/blog/2011/01/14/in-a-universe-far-far-away/</link>
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		<title>Last days of Rome</title>
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Call it what you want. Boredom. Frustration. Fin de siècle ennui. Tokyo is a white hot skillet, a spitting stir fry of twenty million people, and I needed out.

The Kamikochi bus terminal at the foot of the Alps is as crowded as anywhere in the capital. And it&#8217;s only 5:30 in the morning. A human [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://i-cjw.com/blog/2010/09/01/last-days-of-rome/</link>
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		<title>Cold War (or, Just Because You&#8217;re Paranoid, Doesn&#8217;t Mean The Russians Aren&#8217;t Out To Get You)</title>
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But can we trust the Soviet? Is he really on our side? He&#8217;s a genius, they say, but your neck is on the line and the valley floor glimmers three hundred meters below the tips of those razor-sharp monopoint crampons. How are we to know it&#8217;s not just another plot to rid the world of [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://i-cjw.com/blog/2010/07/21/cold-war-or-just-because-youre-paranoid-doesnt-mean-the-russians-arent-out-to-get-you/</link>
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		<title>The Spear</title>
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&#8220;You&#8217;re kidding, right?&#8221;
&#8220;Nope, there&#8217;s no early train, I just called them. Best we can hope for is the 6:24, which puts us in Kamikochi at 8:30&#8243; said the OE.
It was going to be tight. The map shows ten and a half hours from Kamikochi to the top of Yari-ga-take, and that&#8217;s in good weather. In [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://i-cjw.com/blog/2010/05/24/the-spear/</link>
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		<title>Thief in the Fortress</title>
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The sound of my footsteps echoes across the empty Hayakawa valley. No other footprints in snow, no signs of life ahead or behind.
I really am all alone here.
A hundred square miles of wilderness, population density: One.
Pttac pttac, the sound of rockfall from above, and I dive for cover. Close into the cliff, I pull the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://i-cjw.com/blog/2010/03/05/thief-in-the-fortress/</link>
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		<title>Ends of the Earth</title>
		<description><![CDATA[One minute, it&#8217;s minus twenty and the only sound is the scratching of the crampons on ice and the thin whistle of the wind blowing straight in from Siberia. The next minute, you&#8217;re in Borneo on ancient volcanic slab above a rainforest teaming with life.
Life is good, but it leaves little time for verbiage.















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		<link>http://i-cjw.com/blog/2010/02/28/ends-of-the-earth/</link>
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		<title>Fuji, Tramontane.</title>
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When I was a small boy, I had a sandscape. In a thick wooden frame, two panes of glass sandwiched a mixture of black and white sand in a viscous liquid. When turned on end, the sand would slowly filter down and form stark monochrome landscapes at the bottom. I would dream of walking through [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://i-cjw.com/blog/2010/01/11/fuji-tramontane/</link>
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