Back in the town where it was almost as quiet, little vehicle traffic and people mostly on foot. Walking through the old streets and then along the river, pausing for a few minutes to watch a grey heron.
I love the way they move, as if the water doesn't impact them.
Passing by one of the stone walls of the main gate, then down through the leaf-covered paths and into the surrounding streets, still forested, where houses started appearing again.
Looking back and moving on.
Out of the trees, a brief view of Takayama 高山 below.
Through a level clearing, then to the south and clockwise around the hill.
Throughout the time there, the only person I saw was an older man walking a small dog. Exchanged nods and ambled on.
Onwards through the quiet, exploring the trails and finding sections of the old stone walls.