Watched the sun rise over the lake from my bed—one of the benefits of sleeping in a hammock. Had a bit more sleep before climbing out of my hammock and into the lake. Shallow lake, so I walked out and stood and waited. Nothing happened. It was just as had hoped.
Breakfasted on chocolate and fried banana French toast, washed some clothes, then Brent and I had a bit of a run. Upon finishing, we packed up, created clothes lines on the top of the car, and began the days trek, bidding adieu to a beautiful camp spot.
On the way, we stopped at “shiro shima” (white island) shrine (well… I guess the real name might be 蕪嶋神社 (Turnip Island shrine), a shrine that seemed to be dedicated to gulls and their feces, for most of the island was white with presents from the birds. It was also my first encounter with the Pacific ocean in Japan. The Pacific makes the Japanese sea look like a nursing baby.
Then we cruised down the east coast, getting our first glimpses of the destruction the tsunami and earthquake had caused. Finally we arrived at our campsite and tumbled into bed.
