Your night, stop by stop
Shinjuku, 4am
We catch the first Keio line out west while the city's still flat and quiet. Bring a book or don't, we'll mostly just talk.
Mt. Takao at sunrise
We hike trail 6 up through the cedars and the stream while it's still grey, and hit the summit just as the sky turns over Kanto.
Tororo soba on the way down
We earn a bowl of grated yam soba at one of the old shops near the base, the kind of breakfast that only makes sense after a mountain.