oh man i was pessimistic on this one before we left Tokyo. and i’m an optimist by nature.
“sorry but i’ve got a few things i’ve gotta take care of tomorrow,” Watanabe-san said, likely pretty uninspired by out chances of climbing his mountain. ”But i’m sure you’ll do well,” he added, “you look like you know what you’re doing.” Watanabe-san runs the Maruzen pension and was born on this mountain-island.
Rishiri is just a mountain floating in the ocean. It is 1720m tall with a circumference of about 50km. It’s 20km west of the northernmost point in Japan. My pessimism stemmed from the fact that the forecast was crappy and there was a bunch of sea ice blocking the port we needed to sail from. Long story short, after buses, cancelled ferries, cancelled flights, and a tiny bit of seasickness later we got there.
We started climbing at 8am the next day, waiting as long as we could for the weather window. Watanabe-san was nice enough to drop us off at 500m on his snowmobile. Skins were useless after 700m and we climbed the rest with our spikes and ice axe.
Other than a few frozen figures the climbing was pretty non-eventful. Cold at -20deg but not unbearable.
Then comes the sad part. We stashed our skis at 1250m or so because the summit cone looked like an icy mess. Once we summited and looked down the northeast face it was perfect Alaska powder – boot deep and just the right density. To pour salt on my wounds i did a quick little hand shear and could hardly get a reaction. It was prrrrrrfect, but i missed it.
guess i gotta go back.
We got back to the lodge around 4pm for the best vending machine beer i’ve had in months.

i reaaaallly hate propellers.

this ain't cuba, you have to PAY for crabs in Wakkanai

harbor full of drift ice

en route. my shoulders aren't that big. the back hair adds an inch.

rishiri is cold

climb on!!


me, lookin' good, as always

summit! candlestick rock behind

i had some serious summit snot

who's up for the smallest beer ever?? everybody has to start somewhere.

Mt Rishiri