As we crossed the bridge, we turned and looked back the way we had come. The large building on the right was some kind of Shinto related hall. I suspected that it was one of the strange little sects that are apparently common in the countryside.
The river valley was very pretty. Ian and I spent a lot of time on the bridge just appreciating the beauty of nature.
This is me, standing in the middle of the bridge taking pictures.
Sometimes the Henro Trail was poorly marked and we just had to guess at where we should go. At other times, there was definitely an overkill. Here there are four different signs indicating the direction that we should go in.
Another view of the same signs, but here you can see that there is a plastic hose running from the faucet down into the garden area in the back. I assume that the owner was tapping into the public system to get water for his garden.
The river valley was very pretty. Ian and I spent a lot of time on the bridge just appreciating the beauty of nature.
This is me, standing in the middle of the bridge taking pictures.
Sometimes the Henro Trail was poorly marked and we just had to guess at where we should go. At other times, there was definitely an overkill. Here there are four different signs indicating the direction that we should go in.
Another view of the same signs, but here you can see that there is a plastic hose running from the faucet down into the garden area in the back. I assume that the owner was tapping into the public system to get water for his garden.
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