This Open Road

“Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs are people who have come alive.” – Howard Thurman

Living and Running Around Adachi-ku

Life has been good! My lack of posts have been more to do with new-camera issues than with lack of material. So we start where we are.

Tokyo is a-mazing! Bright lights big city in all its crazy glory. I love every bit of it. I’ll keep saying it: Sometimes I cannot believe I live here.

And then there are the suburbs. Where regular people live normal lives, exercise, catch the train, buy their groceries, ride their bikes, go to 7-11 for sushi and white bread egg sandwiches. (They’re not bad.)

This post is about my daily life. I run, I take the train to work, I walk to the store. I live in Adachi-ku, which is in the far northern reaches of Tokyo. Not Tokyo Tokyo (bright lights big city), but still Tokyo. I’d love to be a real author just so that on the book jacket it would say, “Robyn divides her time between Tokyo, the Appalachian Trail and Colorado.” Now I just need to be a real author.


My Leopalace apartment. Same floor plan that I've had for the past five terms.

My Leopalace apartment. Same floor plan that I’ve had for the past five terms.

The houses across the street with their front yard gardens.

The houses across the street with their front yard gardens.

The street behind my apartment.

The street behind my apartment.

A shrine in my neighborhood.

The road I walk to the local grocery store.

The road I walk to the grocery store.


Kita-Ayase. This is my train station and the last stop on the Chioda Line.

Kita-Ayase. My train station and the last stop on the Chiyoda Line.


I’m still running four days a week: Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday, Sunday. I love it and it’s what keeps me grounded and happy. On Tuesday and Thursday I’m usually running by 6:15, on the weekend, a bit later.

There is a river nearby with a path. On my way back I can see Tokyo Skytree and Mt. Fuji. (They’re too far away for my camera to capture their images).



Stairs leading to the bridge that crosses the river.


There are a group of retired people that I usually see in the mornings at this spot. They always wave and say "Ohayou gozaimasu!"

There is a group of retired people that I usually see in the mornings at this spot. They always wave and say “Ohayou gozaimasu!” (“Good morning!”)




A late fall morning.

A late fall morning.

I usually see this man at this road construction site when I run in the mornings. Today he smiled and shook his head in that better-you-than-me kind of way. On my way back we attempted a short chat which ended with this photo.

I usually see this man at this road construction site when I run in the mornings. On this day he smiled and shook his head in that better-you-than-me kind of way. On my way back we attempted a short chat which ended with this photo.

Another local shrine.

Another local shrine.


Life in my neighborhood is quiet. I feel safe, secure and content. I could not ask for more.


And Now, Japan

I have been in Tokyo for over two months and am finally bringing you an update. I blame this lapse on the fact that my camera quit working during my first week back here. But I now have a new camera (which, by the way is a Canon S120) and am excited to share some highlights from the last few weeks.

I still love Tokyo. I’m very comfortable with my life and sometimes I can’t believe I live here. I work five days a week, 7:30 – 4:30. After work I often walk around the city, finding new corners and side streets to explore. I find it fascinating, as I always have, that I can just traipse on down to Tokyo Station or meander by the Imperial Palace or stroll by Tokyo Skytree whenever I want to.

This is the first term I’ve actually lived in Tokyo. Before, I’ve lived in Nagoya, or a suburb on the outskirts of Tokyo. But now, I’m actually within the borders of Tokyo, albeit on the very edge. It’s only a 25-minute commute to the office in Yushima, where I work with staff from Japan, England, Australia and the U.S.

Two weeks after I finished backpacking the CT, I packed for the next four-and-a-half months of life in Japan. In mid-September I flew from Denver to L.A., then from L.A. to Narita International Airport on the biggest passenger jet in the world, the Dreamliner Airbus A380.


Slightly intimidating.

It felt like a cruise ship taking off, but once we were airborne it felt pretty similar to other wide-body aircraft.

Here’s a fun fact: According to the inflight magazine, the Singapore Airlines flight attendants’ uniforms have not changed since 1968. If it’s not broken…

(Click pic for photo credit.)


I love the anticipation of returning to Japan. Despite my anxiety about flying, I still enjoy the flight knowing I’ll be touching down in a place that has become very familiar and which I love. I’ve heard other teachers mention this relaxed sense of satisfaction they feel as soon as they arrive at Narita. It’s exciting, calming and reassuring. We know what to expect and feel at least a bit confident that we can successfully manage our lives in the most populated and enigmatic city in the world.

I arrived a day earlier than I had to and stayed the night at the Narita Airport Rest House. The airport hotel was verrrry basic, but I was so happy to get to sleep after the two-hour flight from Denver to L.A., a five-hour layover and a 12-hour flight across the Pacific. It made meeting the Westgate staff, traveling to my apartment and getting settled the next day actually enjoyable.

A new first for me – seeing The Teaching of Buddha along with the New Testament (both in Japanese) – in the bedside drawer.


Over the course of the last four terms here (this is my fifth term in Japan), I’ve walked all over Tokyo. Usually in pursuit of some goal I’ve selected out of my Lonely Planet guidebook, or just random meanderings, stopping at various train stations and following paths and roads that beckoned.

This term, I decided to be a bit more organized about it and bought Tokyo: 29 Walks in the World’s Most Exciting City. Every once in a while, I choose a different walk. Sometimes I take a detour, but mostly I follow the route described.

Since I get off from work at 4:30, I have a good portion of the evening free for a long wander. But the days are getting shorter, so the walks are turning into night walks. If the weather cooperates, the weekends are nice for day tours.


One of these excursions led me through Kitanomaru Park.


Near the park is the Nippon Budo-kan, the Japanese Martial Arts Hall. It was built for the 1964 Olympics and can seat 14,000 spectators. The Beatles played here in 1968, which was the first time it was used as a concert hall.



As much as I love the quiet gardens and side streets, I also love the chaotic energy of the city. Sometimes I’ll walk through Shibuya just to take in a bit of the lights and craziness.



Shibuya Crossing – the world’s busiest intersection.

People go to the 2nd floor Starbucks of the Tsutaya store to watch the massive crossings. I took this picture on a week night.

Ginza is another famous shopping district. On the weekends, the roads are closed to cars and it’s transformed into a walking mall.




Tokyo Tower is an iconic landmark and was the tallest structure in Japan until Tokyo Skytree opened in 2012. It was opened in 1958 and is reminiscent of the Eiffel Tower. I visited the tower on one of my after-work-walking tours.


1,093 ft. – almost half the height of Tokyo Skytree.



View from the top. To the left is Odaiba and the Rainbow Bridge.




Omotesando Hills is another famous place in Tokyo. On the weekend that I was there, the fall colors were beginning to peak.



This street is lined with high-end stores.


A friend and I made the trip to Omotesando so we could have breakfast at bills.

bills is a popular restaurant which originated in Sydney, Australia by Bill Granger. He went on to establish other restaurants in Japan, England and most recently, Hawaii. Lunch and dinner are served, but the specialty is breakfast, especially the ricotta pancakes. Hannah introduced me to bill’s during the term we taught together and I’ve been a fan ever since. There are other bills in Japan: Yokohama, Odaiba and Shichirigahama (Kamakura). Click here for a review.


bill’s in Omotesando.


This is the view from the office. If you have to work in an office, there could be worse places than the 8th floor in the middle of Tokyo. It’s a 10-minute walk to the famous Ueno Park and we can see the top of Tokyo Skytree tower from our window (but not from this view).





One day, there was a man on the roof of the building across the street. We don’t know what he was doing. That’s the tippy top of Skytree on the far left, peeking over the white building.)



Oh, and here’s Skytree now. Another post-work night walk.


Tallest tower in the world – 2,080 feet.


Now you’re a bit caught up. I’ll post more Tokyo excursions and walkabouts in the coming days.

Arigatou gozaimasu!


The Colorado Trail: Week Two

Before I began the Colorado Trail, I had registered for the Revel Rockies Marathon. I would have to take a couple days from the trail to do the run, but I was excited for challenge. It was the last chance I’d have this year to run a Boston qualifier and I felt that I was in peak condition after training for the Morgan Valley Marathon, which I ran three weeks earlier, and backpacking for the previous week.

After meeting me at Wheeler Flats, near Copper Mountain at the end of my first week on the CT, my folks and I stayed in their RV at a nearby campground which was close to the location of the race. I enjoyed a rest day and the anticipation of another long run.

The route began at 10,000 feet and ended 26.2 miles later where the canyon opened up near Morrison, at Bandimere Speedway. It was beautiful, following a winding, forested, two-lane road, through tiny mountain towns and neighborhoods as the sun rose over the eastern horizon. I struggled in the final few miles, as the elevation dropped and the heat intensified. The final mile, which funneled runners across a busy intersection and onto a gravel parking lot, was not the most inspiring end to a long race, but at least it was over. Although I ran 18 minutes faster than the last marathon, I still couldn’t break the 4-hour mark (4:04:09) and missed my chance at qualifying for 2015. As in my other races, my parents and Chris were at the halfway point and at the finish to cheer me on. Knowing they would be there was such a boost and gave me something to look forward to when my energy began to drop.


The run was painful, but I felt pretty good considering the physical demands I had put on myself in the last two months. After training for a half marathon and two full marathons and backpacking 118 miles of mountainous terrain in one week, my endurance was at its peak. Still, after returning to the RV post-race, I kept myself curled up in a fatiguied ball for hours, not able to find an ounce of leftover energy to shower. My mom kept bringing me snacks and rubbing my poor feet and legs, working the lactic acid out of my system. Eventually, I was able to get cleaned up and begin a bit of recovery. The thought of putting my pack on the next day was not appealing.

But I did it, and in slow, tenuous steps I resumed my hike.

First night back on the CT. Six miles beyond Copper Mountain.

First night back on the CT. Six miles beyond Copper Mountain.

Janet's Cabin below Searle Pass.

Below Searle Pass. Janet’s Cabin is part of the 10th Mtn Division Hut System. For more info check out

I hiked through those mountains on the horizon. Searle Pass.

I hiked through those mountains on the horizon. Searle Pass.






Camp Hale.

Camp Hale.

Barracks at Camp Hale. This was a training area for the 10th Mtn Division soldiers during WW II. They trained in climbing, skiing and high altitude survival. Some of the veterans went on to establish some of the major ski resorts in Colorado after the war.

Barracks at Camp Hale.

This was a training area for the 10th Mtn Division soldiers during WW II. They trained in climbing, skiing and high altitude survival. Some of the veterans went on to establish some of the major ski resorts in Colorado after the war.

Just a swing on the trail.

Just a swing on the trail.




The magic was gone when I got here, but I loved the intention!

The magic was gone when I got here, but I loved the intention!

Highest peak in Colorado.

Side trail to the highest peak in Colorado, Mt. Elbert (14,440 ft.). Several of the 14ers can be accessed via the CT.


Aspen grove.

Coming into Twin Lakes. CO.

Coming into Twin Lakes. CO.


Hiker hangout at Twin Lakes.

Hiker hangout at the Twin Lakes store.



It was a long, uphill, seven-mile slog in the rain and fog.

It was a long, uphill, seven-mile slog in the rain and fog.

Beautiful chaos. Lightning strike area, most likely.

Beautiful chaos. Lightning strike area, most likely.

Buena Vista valley.

Buena Vista valley.

One of the many streams the CT crosses.

One of the many streams the CT crosses.


After reaching Highway 50, my trip for this season had come to an end. I hitched a ride into Salida and stayed at a hostel in town for two nights.

I ended my trip after 253 miles after a 27-mile day.

I ended my trip after 253 miles and a final 27-mile day.

I slowly made my way home by a series of buses. I was in deep need of rest and had two weeks to recuperate and prep for my return to Japan. It was a good time to leave the trail for this season.

During this hike, I saw people every day. There were other hikers – day hikers and thru-hikers. There were mountain bikers, and I shared the trail with riders from two different races. I usually camped alone and I was never afraid. I love the trail. I love the woods. I am at home there and know how to thrive. To walk in the wilderness is one of my greatest pleasures. I love the feel of the pack on my back and watching the sun cross the sky as I move through the day.

For now, I’ve put my backpacking gear away. I’m in another wonderful place, but as far from the deep woods as one can get, that is, Tokyo, the most populated city in the world (37,126,000). These dramatic changes in surroundings are not hard for me. I transition easily from one to the other, appreciating each for the curiosity and wonder they inspire.

I’ll continue to post about life in Japan for the remaining two and a half months that I’m here. And then… anything is possible!



The Colorado Trail: Week One

I’m finally catching up on the last of my post-Laramie, pre-Tokyo adventures.

(I stalled out a bit on posting from Japan as my camera quit working during my first week. I recently bought a new Canon and am excited to document the next three months of my life here, following this post.)


Just a few days after returning from the Americana Road Trip, I sorted my gear, packed my backpack and headed to the northern terminus of the Colorado Trail.

I had a month left before I was to fly to Tokyo and couldn’t think of a better way to spend the late summer days than to hike through the Colorado mountains. I’ve done the CT twice before (1991 with friends, 2000 solo) so I knew what to expect and was thrilled to begin this trek. The trail winds 480 miles from the foothills west of Denver, over several ranges and passes, along rivers, and through open land to the southern Colorado mountain town of Durango.

It was my intention to do the whole trail in three and a half weeks, but soon I realized that was too ambitious. I’ve hiked many consecutive 20+ mile days on other backpacking trips on much more difficult terrain and thought I’d be able to do that on the CT. But I didn’t have the time to acclimate to the higher mileage. I had recently run the Morgan Valley Marathon and was still recovering from that. I was also registered to run another marathon a week into this trip, which I did, but was very fatigued for the next week. I also needed more time to regroup before going to Tokyo, so I let go of having to do a thru-hike, and hiked just over halfway and will finish the second half another time.

On August 9, my folks drove me to the trailhead at Waterton Canyon, we took pictures, and I began my journey into the woods. My dad walked the first few miles with me before turning back.





The first six miles of the CT follow a dirt road through Waterton Canyon.

The first six miles of the CT follow a dirt road through Waterton Canyon.

Bighorn Sheep are common here.

Bighorn Sheep are common here.


After leaving the road, the trail enters the trees and begins a gradual ascent.


I didn’t have to wait too long before I was rewarded with an amazing meal and a visit from a good friend! Chris met me at the end of my first day with steak, salad, dessert and a fun night of conversation and car camping. Thank you, Chris!

Trail magic!

Trail magic!



I couldn’t get too used to this as this was only Day 1 and I had a long way to go in a short amount of time. The next morning we packed up and Chris and her pooch, Mia, walked a few miles with me.



For the next week, I enjoyed nicely graded trails, beautiful skies, and the gradual climb to the Colorado high country.









Going over Georgia Pass, heading toward Breckenridge…


The Colorado Trail and the Continental Divide Trail are the same trail for about 100 miles.


Share the trail. Racers competing in the Breck Epic.

Share the trail. Racers competing in the Breck Epic.

Descending into Breck.

Slash piles left from the Pine Beetle infestation.

Spent a night in Breck at The Bivouac, a new hostel in town.

Spent a night in Breck at The Bivouac, a new hostel in town.


The next day, I hiked over Ten Mile Range and into Copper Mountain where I met my folks at Highway 91.


Looking back down the trail.


Marmot posing.

Marmot posing.

Heading down the other side.

Heading down the other side.

Copper Mountain and beyond.

Copper Mountain and beyond.


Two days later I ran the Revel Rockies Marathon and returned to hike for another week.

End of Week One.

End of Week One. Wheeler Flats Trailhead.

Week Two, to be continued…

Americana Road Trip: Day Three and Four

The final episode of the Americana Road Trip…!

Day 3: Hill City to Deadwood 

Before we made our debut visit to Sturgis, we explored Mt. Rushmore.


Mt. Rushmore and the Avenue of Flags.

Mt. Rushmore is an icon of America, a massive sculpture featuring four U.S. presidents – George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, Theodore Roosevelt and Abraham Lincoln. Detailed information can be found here and here.

It was constructed between 1927 and 1941, cost $989,992 to build and required the labor of over 400 employees who worked for $8.00 a day under very dangerous circumstances (none of the workers died during the construction). A good friend once told me how her grandparents, who knew someone connected to the project, had once stood on the scaffolding that was attached to the monument while it was being constructed.

Some great early photos can be seen on the NG site:


In the rock behind Lincoln’s head is a vault called the Hall of Records. It was partially constructed in 1938-39, but was never completed. In 1998 park personnel decided to use the vault for which is was intended by the designer and lead sculptor of Mt. Rushmore (Gutzon Borglum): a repository for the texts of the Declaration of Independence, the Constitution, and the Bill of Rights, as well as other documents and literature. These records were sealed within the vault, never to be removed. It is not open to the public and cannot be seen from any standing vantage point, but only from an aerial perspective.



Colorado represented on the Avenue of Flags.


The names of the men who worked on the monument.

The names of the men who worked on the monument.


KRC and the model for Mt. Rushmore.


Profile view of Washington, from outside the park.


I was impressed. After seeing so many pictures of Mt. Rushmore, it seemed I had already been there. But there was so much more to it than I knew existed. With Rushmore on the books, we were ready for Sturgis!


Boots, black leather and Harley Davidson bikes. Suddenly, we were a part (in our non-conforming, rented mini-SUV) of the 74th Black Hills Motorcycle Rally, otherwise known simply as Sturgis, the name of the small town in South Dakota (pop. 6,883) which hosts the annual event.

Even though this wasn’t part of the original plan and neither of us know much about motorcycles, there was no way we were going to pass up a chance to experience this HOG extravaganza!

The roads were packed throughout the Black Hills.

The roads were packed throughout the Black Hills.


Miles of bikes lined the streets. You can hear the chaos from there.

Miles of bikes lined the streets. Yep, it was loud. All the time.




Seemed there were as many vendors as there were motorcycles.

Seemed there were as many vendors as there were motorcycles.


Hell's Angels wearing khaki Dickies was an unexpected site.

Hell’s (or Hells) Angels wearing khaki Dickies was an unexpected site.



No leather, but we actually fit in rather well. Maybe.

We had a great time for about two hours. Then our internal alarms went off and we were suddenly exhausted. We accepted our Sturgis rookie status and split.


Our next destination was Deadwood, SD. In the late 1800s, Deadwood was known has a wild and rough Western town that attracted prospectors hoping to find gold in the streams that cut through the steep hills. In this century it became famous again, in large part, due to the HBO series, Deadwood, which portrayed historical characters such as Wild Bill Hickok, Calamity Jane, Charles Utter, and Seth Bullock.

After our trip I learned that my paternal grandparents lived in Deadwood for a year in the late 1930s. They had told family members about a local character named Potato Creek Johnny, who paid kind attention to my uncle who was a baby at the time. Apparently, Potato Creek Johnny was rather well-known, based on this article.

We were excited to be in Deadwood, but first we needed lodging. We didn’t have any problem getting a hotel room in Hill City and were hoping the situation would be the same here.

Arriving in town, we began calling hotels and soon realized this would not be easy. Over 400,000 people were riding around the Black Hills, all needing accommodations. One local hotel had a room available but we’d have to pay “rally prices,” which was way too much.

We pulled off the narrow two-lane road to assess our situation. We were tired and felt like we’d ridden our Harleys in our black leather from the other side of the country. While pondering the options, we noticed a non-descript mom-and-pop hotel across the road from where we were parked. Weirdly, there was not a “No Vacancy” notice.

KRC called. In the most serendipitous event of our trip yet, we got a room. Just before we called, someone had canceled their reservation due to being in an accident (the person was okay, but had to go home). The proprietor wanted to fill the room and offered it to us at a huge discount. She asked how soon we could be there because she wouldn’t be able to hold it long. KRC told her we were right across the street. Two minutes later we were handing her a credit card.

Could not believe our luck, getting a room in Deadwood. Crossing that road was the hardest part.

Could not believe our luck. Crossing that road was the hardest part.

NOW there's no vacancy!

NOW there’s no vacancy!

Lodging secured, we headed to town.


No horses anymore, just hogs.


The saloon where Wild Bill Hickok was shot by Jack McCall.

The saloon where Wild Bill Hickok was shot by Jack McCall. KRC is a big fan of the TV series and was excited to see locations portrayed in the show.


The beautiful and well-kept Mt. Moriah Cemetery where all the famous folks are buries.

The beautiful and well-kept Mt. Moriah Cemetery.


Apparently, Jane adored Hickok but the feelings were not mutual and he spent a lot of time dodging her.


Wild Bill Hickok.

Tokens left at Hickok's monument.

Tokens left at Hickok’s monument.


Located next to Hickok.

There was more we could have done here, but we still had miles to go and more to see. Driving through Deadwood felt stressful and we had an embarrassingly difficult time getting out and back to the highway. But soon, we were finally on our way to our last location: Devils Tower, Wyoming. (I know. I want to put an apostrophe there too, but this is how it is, so there we are.)

Day 4: Deadwood, SD to Laramie, WY

Devils Tower National Monument is located in northeast Wyoming. It’s considered sacred ground by the Lakota and other tribes and is closed on a voluntary basis every June. “The National Park Service has decided to advocate this closure in order to promote understanding and encourage respect for the culture of American Indian tribes who are closely affiliated with the Tower as a sacred site.” More information about the voluntary closure, the dimensions and climbing the tower can be found here.

For KRC and me, we just wanted to see it. And we took a lot of pictures.











The sign tells the story.



I have more pictures of Devils Tower if you’d like to see them. You want more? No? Just let me know if you do. Because I do have them…


And then it was time to drive back to Laramie, get some things I left at KRC’s house and return to Colorado for the final adventures of the summer.



End of the Americana-rama Road Trip.

End of the Americana Road Trip.


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