The Quest for Kiriake Springs
It was an astonishing journey – a wild goose chase across Nagano Prefecture along icy, mountain roads, in a hired minivan slightly shorter than the prevailing walls of snow – but we were each of us astonished for different reasons. Some were astonished we got there. Others were astonished we returned. I alone was astonished at our failure to create an outdoor lunch based on spring water, eggs and dried noodles; possibly alone in the whole history of quests.
But before I begin my tale, let me set the scene: first of all, there were no actual geese. No right-minded goose would be out in this:
Secondly, a natural river onsen sounds like an awesome thing to visit. Take a shovel, they said, and dig your own bath. Your own bath! Witness the bubbling of hot spring water as it emerges from under the river bed, right next to your skin. Reflect on the surrounding beauty and wilderness and various suspension bridges and hydroelectric stations and so on. Bring your own eggs.
Well, the eggs bit is mine – having experimented with onsen tsumago in more controlled environments, following up outdoors was just a logical step. That’s the third point. I also packed dried noodles, to go with the eggs*.
Lastly, I specifically read that Kiriake Natural River Onsen was “enjoyable any time of the year“, which admittedly doesn’t mean you’ll enjoy driving to and from it, bathing outdoors at it, or cooking eggs in it during the dead of winter, but at the time I couldn’t imagine what other features would invite such pan-seasonal praise. (Turns out the answer is scenery, plus indoor onsen and friendly cat.)
Post-lastly, post-lastly: as I said many times to my gaggle of skeptics on the morning of our departure, hot water melts snow, and nature doesn’t close. What misfortunes could possibly befall us?
Thus and thus, with a confusing print-out of google map directions in one hand and a GPS system operable exclusively in Japanese at the digital extensions of the other, we set off for Kiriake Springs through the ice and the snow. The main highways were easily navigable – they’d been scooped of their precipitation back when we were still faffing with the luggage:
…and even the little roads had been cleared regularly enough. We were packed, with our bags, in a four-wheel-drive van equipped with snow tyres; a man at the wheel who’d been taught, by the Australian Army, how to operate vehicles of up to forty tonnes with fifteen speed gearboxes (plus a two speed differential) across ice and, especially, mud; and a well-signposted route:
There was a point, as the second hour of our 1.5-hour-long journey slid inexorably into the past, at which a feeling of trepidation began to creep in; then a public bus trundled by in the opposite direction and we realised we were just hungry and we broke out the dried noodles.
Travel Tip! Dried noodles make an absolutely terrible car snack for children, unless you’re a vacuum-cleaner salesperson with a particularly good product to demonstrate.
So, like this, we forged onwards until the government roadway met a wall of snow taller than our vehicle.
Someone suggested turning back. Another brightly commented – with a glance, I’m sure, in my direction – that it had certainly been a very nice drive, all the same. Scenic.
I glanced at our eggs, cradled snugly on my lap, and stared around at the dried noodles, most of which had been ground into the children’s car seats. It started to dawn on me that the whole caper might have been for naught the picturesque journey past small, mountain villages with houses built sensibly off the ground to keep them above the enormous piles of snow that nobody was surprised about except me naught. Then a flash of inspiration struck. “That home-made orange sign we passed back there.”
“The one that pointed down a narrow, windy backroad from which it looked as if no return was possible?”
“Yes. What did it say?”
We retraced our wheel tracks and pulled up alongside the sign. Suddenly, before he could help himself, A blurted, “Kiriake Onsen. It says Kiriake Onsen, down here.” He was dredging through his knowledge of Chinese and supplementing it with some pattern-matching off the google map, and for a split second he was triumphantly proud of himself. “But, you know, we totally shouldn’t…”
It was too late. We had faced terrible maps, foreign-language GPS systems, snow ploughs, road blocks, icy roads, falling snow, hairpin turns with public buses coming the other way, short-notice roadside toilet detours atop freezing cliffs, submerged signposts, noodlepalooza, and actual walls of snow, and we weren’t going to be defeated now. We were going to be defeated half an hour down the narrowest, iciest road yet when the secret natural river onsen of Kiriake appeared before us featuring unscalable depths of snow on either bank, but not now.
So we drove on, until at last we reached our stop. “Isn’t it pretty!?” I enthused, trying to deflect attention from the complete unscalability of the nearby depths of snow. “Gosh, there are a surprising number of people here.”
“Well yes, I’m pretty shocked we made it, for a start.”
Half an hour or so passed in which members of our group pointedly asked me what we were supposed to do here now the natural-onsen-eggs-with-noodles thing had so definitively fallen through, and I kept variously directing them to the gift shop, the toilet, the indoor onsen (which would have been more inviting if we hadn’t been onsening it up every night of the trip so far), the snack foods and vending machines, the resident cat (ginger, white and friendly), and the scenery, oh the scenery. Look at the scenery!
Then I broke the good news that the next thing was driving all the way back as we’d come, plus further to Tsumago, but by the costly expressways at this rate because we’d taken a lot longer to get here than google maps had anticipated and we were already running late for dinner at our ryokan and we might not end up getting fed at all, even if things did go smoothly from here on in (unless they fancied some raw eggs). It was worth it for the scenery, though, as everyone repeatedly agreed for the remainder of the drive, although I got the distinct feeling they were mocking me, especially once it grew dark.
There are, so far as I’m concerned, two good reasons to record epic journeys. One is to document events as you’d like to remember them, but I’d be pushing at the bounds of honesty on that one. The other is to draw lessons for next time. I asked A what the moral of this escapade should be, and he decided he was “one Drambuie short of a fable” which I interpreted to mean he’d need a stiff drink before he could bring himself to recall the day too vividly, so I got him a drink and he mused for a while then he complained of tiredness and went to sleep. I don’t entirely blame the drink.
As for me? I’m not sure. I guess there’s a lesson about the feasibility of cooking natural spring noodles and eggs for lunch at Kiriake Natural Hot River Onsen in the dead of winter, but I don’t know how many people that helps. I can’t even tell you if a Mazda Biante “fits” seven people, two in car seats, plus luggage:
So you might have to draw your own conclusions.
If you haven’t already.
*A only just realised my reasoning behind the noodles. Apparently he’d been wondering why we happened to have so many to hand.
This post was requested by Robin from Around The World With Kids and appeared first at Journeys of the Fabulist. It was shared as part of #SundayTraveler even though spelling it like that did not feel right at all.
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Wow, that is a whole lot of snow I would not want to be driving in haha. Thanks for linking up to the #SundayTraveler!
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It was fun!
Definitely not everyone’s idea of a great Sunday drive, this, though, no.
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Reading your quest is like a roller coaster ride. You are so brave to drive around in Japan in winter conditions and you can’t speak and read Japanese! And you are traveling with young and old! What a fun family! I think it is often such DIY trips that leave the deepest impression. Most of us would probably take the easy route of travel agency. Sounds fun.
I saw the like button after each comment and I must try it too.
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The speaking and reading Japanese was less of a problem than you might think. The main signs were written in Romanji rather than Japanese characters, and people at tollways and service stations were happy to help out. We were also supposed to get map references through the hire car agency, but that didn’t work out… hm… not a bad topic for a post, actually.
I’m still deciding about the like button. I like it in theory, but I have to say it’s not getting a lot of use, and I’ve been looking on other blogs and this seems to be a general thing, so, we’ll see. But you like it?
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What an incredible adventure – I’m glad that you were determined and finally reached your destination through all of that snow!
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I’m happy someone’s glad! Some members of the group would have been even happier to turn back at any of several points. But they were cheerful enough about it and generally made the best of what happened and how it turned out, so I think that’s the key thing.
For me I think it’s one of those things I would have done differently in hindsight, but if we hadn’t made it I would have been left wondering, so I’m glad we got to our destination.
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Haha…now that is some journey….well..atleast the Drambuie worked! 😀
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You think it worked? But I didn’t get my answer! I suppose it worked for someone 🙂 .
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Kudos to the driver!
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Definitely! I don’t think I would have felt comfortable with too many other people behind that wheel. He did a great job, though, even if he did feel pretty worn out by the end of the day!
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What an adventure – it sounds brilliant fun, if not slightly snowy! We did some travelling last year in Japan, but in opposite weather extremes. Such a great country! 🙂
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Yes, a great country, but it definitely has a few different flavours. The snow and ice seems a million miles from the tropical beaches!
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My husband lived there for a while too so has seen a lot more of it than I have, but I was happy with the heat of Tokyo and further south, but would love to go back to see more! 🙂
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Definitely the kind of place you can always explore in more detail. There’s just something new around every corner. I feel like we’ve hardly scratched the surface!
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Can you seriously cook your eggs in the river? Wow, that’s lots of snow. And ice. Just looking at the photo of your car made me nervous about driving in those conditions.
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It’s fifty-seven degrees (apparently) which is cooler than ideal, but about the same temperature as my trial run in the hotel onsen at Nozawa. After twenty-minutes they’re soft boiled. Next time I’ll have to try the full forty, as recommended, and see if that’s any better. And maybe drive to the river at any other time of year.
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Wow, that type of driving would scare me seeing all that snow, i’ve only been to Japan in the fall when the weather is still gorgeous. BTW, hope you can also join us and link up Mondays on Travel Photo Mondays, the link is up for the whole week.
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Apparently this region is beautiful in autumn. It’s quite pretty in the snow, but with the colours exploding all over the hills it would be something else.
I’ll look out for Travel Photo Mondays (although I might have to work on that one a bit – I’m more of a words poster).
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Wow, sounds like quite the journey! Thanks for linking up to the #SundayTraveler.
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It was fun! And yes, definitely quite the journey. You can’t plan these things, or at least, you shouldn’t.
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That sounds like quite the trip. I’ll admit I’d do something like that. I rarely give up either, even in the face of danger like literal walls of snow. At least you have a good story and everyone had an amazing memory. And if it makes you feel better, one vacation my parents drove us on a terrible dirt road between Copan, Honduras and the border of Guatamala just so we could say we’d been to Guatamala. Turns out the road was in terrible shape because Guerrillas kept blowing it up…
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So, ok, this was definitely a warfare-free zone, so I think your parents win that one. Although I do appreciate the sentiment of wanting to just go somewhere and if we just drive this road for a bit…
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Awesome. I’m so impressed that you didn’t end up in tears. Such a great read. What’s it they say again? ‘It’s all about the journey?’
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I’m pretty sure I said that, but I think someone made a snide eyebrow expression about the quality of the journey, so I didn’t push it. 🙂
No really, everyone seemed in pretty good spirits. Considering.
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We thought we had some epic outings in our Mazda, but your cautionary tale gives ours a run for the yen. As we are planning a camping excursion into Yosemite National Park in California and reading the stories of aggressive bears prying apart vehicles to lick the crumbs out of children’s car seats, we do feel fortunate we won’t have to be on the lookout for dried noodle bits as we scour the car from top to bottom 🙂
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If an aggressive bear tries to pry open your vehicle you’ll definitely win (depending, I guess, on your definition of “win”). I’m so glad you haven’t got dried noodles ground into your car seats. I’d definitely keep it that way until after your Yosemite visit. Then we can hear about it on your blog, instead of via some grizzly story on the news.
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Hey, you have the ‘like’ button (well, star)! How did you do that?! Does it come with your theme or did you install it?
As for your quest… Probably more fun to read about than to try oneself one day?
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The like button at the bottom of the post? It’s an option with the theme but I just clicked through to yours and you have it as well. Or are you looking at something else?
The quest, well, probably yes. Almost certainly. Although some people are into some strange stuff and/or hate reading so you never know.
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Wait, I just saw you liked a comment up there. I honestly can’t see the button! Can you tell me exactly where you’re seeing the button?
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It’s not there now!!! It was right under every comment together with a star. But it is gone now. How weird!
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That is completely weird. I know it was there, because I got a notification that you’d “liked” a comment. But I’ve never seen it and now it’s gone? Huh. The pixies at wordpress must have been going a bit wild…
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Ok, I looked into it a bit. I can’t explain the there-not-there buttons. But! Look now.
I went to my dashboard and selected Settings -> Sharing. Riiiiight down the bottom there’s a tick box which says “Comment Likes Are: [] on for all comments”. I ticked the box and check it out!
Might run with it for a bit, see what happens.
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There it is now. Pretty cool. Will consider it too (if my theme has the option…)
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It seems to be a general option, not theme-specific (I could be wrong). Anyway, I’ll look out for it in your comments to see if you decide to run with it!
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This story is hilarious and frustrating, and totally bonkers! But mostly, I feel for you as a fellow travel planner trying to find fun things to do in random places out of season that suit a variety of interests and are appropriate for a wide variety of ages. I have been on the receiving end of the “look” and snarky comments and all I can offer back is something lame like, uh, sorry guys, this isn’t how it was supposed to turn out…
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Exactly! Although in this story the snarky comments and looks were in good humour, so I’m not upset about them or anything, but you know, in a nearly two-week-long trip, without the backing of a professional tour company, no “trial runs” or anything, well, there’s bound to be a few misjudgements.
Very scenic misjudgements in this case, of course.
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What a journey! Thank Goodness for your skilled driver. I’d be far to scared to venture out in that! Although I’d love to run and dive in thats snow!
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I don’t think that fear is entirely inappropriate. Although when the public bus came by I got a real perspective shift over it – I think people who live in the region really do think of it as all in a day’s work. They were certainly very busy with the snow ploughs and we even had to pull over a couple of times for people to overtake.
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So glad you survived – and lived to link up with us to #SundayTraveler – come again anytime 🙂
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Thanks! It’s a fun link up.
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A gold medal for pure optimism against adversity and sheer bloody minded determination!! xxx
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You see – optimism. Thank you. Most of our group just went straight to the “bloody-mindedness” part.
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Love snow, hate driving in it! The scenery is definitely lovely too – looks amazing.
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Now – and I’m not just saying this to justify the trip – but it really was great scenery. We’d been told the scenery around Tsumago was special, but we really got ruined for it by the scenery around Kiriake Onsen. One day we’ll have to go back in a different season (autumn is recommended) and enjoy it more fully.
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Haha, Wow, what a journey! So… You definetely don’t recommend cooking noidles and eggs on a hot spring in winter. Is that right? 😉
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Not that particular spring, no. I’m actually still willing to look into alternative springs, though I’m not sure how many companions I’ll have on the next trip.
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Oh my goodness Bronwyn! Looks very challenging even by Canadian snow standards. Drambuie indeed!
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But none for the driver…
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No none for the driver…till the end of the day:)
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Yes, then he gets a double serve. (Although I think he might prefer a Bailey’s Irish Cream.)
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Whatever keeps the driver happy 🙂
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Especially important in conditions like this. Wouldn’t want him to start disliking his life behind the wheel there…
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Wow I think you are very brave just being out in that, let alone driving!!
I also had very vivid images in my head of the noodle mess. my kids are messy enough with noodles even when they are cooked! Anyway, all’s well that ends well and at least you got a story out of it 🙂
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Yeah, brave is, you know it’s not been everyone’s first choice of word.
In my defense over the noodle thing, I wouldn’t have fed it to them in the car if all had gone according to plan. I had to weigh the mess the noodles would make against the mess of two children cracking it with hunger.
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Got it Sweet-pea! Well told.
Can now tick off driving in a Winter Wonderland. Quite the opposite of driving 274k out of our way, through the desert to view Wolf Creek. Two great tales to add to the story of my life although I’m not sure whether to bill them in the Thriller or the Comedy genre.
Didn’t know A summed it up as being ‘One Drambuie Short of a Fable’. Myself – I think I’d explain it as ‘Typical’. (I’m remembering that scene from The Young Ones when that huge, huge, huge sandwich fell from the heavens on top of them all and Rick said….. that’s typical!)
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The Drambuie comment was just from last night, as I was nearing the end of the blog post and wondering aloud what we should be drawing from the whole episode, if anything. But you’re right about huge sandwiches falling from the sky. That’s exactly the sort of thing you’d expect to happen.
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That was quite a quest! It’s a good thing you had a fantastic driver. And that snow! I cannot even imagine as I have never been in the snow. I am impressed with all of you that crankiness didn’t set in!
Also, I can just imagine the noodle mess in the car, they make a mess at home. 🙂
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I wouldn’t have driven it myself, wouldn’t recommend it to anyone not experienced with driving in snowy conditions, and my father said he was absolutely exhausted by the end of the day. But we made it! And we did feel safe.
We were saved from the noodles eventually by the vacuum cleaners available at petrol stations in Japan. One hundred yen, totally well spent.
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Wouldn’t have missed it for the world ! (we all realised once tucked snugly and well fed in Tsumago)
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Yes, they were quite good about our late arrival, weren’t they? Good thing, too – I would hate to have missed the candied crickets.
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