If you’ve ever experienced the crowds at Kiyomizudera on an autumn day, you might find it hard to believe that there are any Hidden Beauties left in Kyoto. However, in Keihoku, an hour’s drive away along hair-raising mountain roads, foreign visitors are still relatively rare. The rhythm of life follows the seasons, and thatched farmhouses such as Tokuheian, where I’m staying, nestle among wooded hills.
Despite its rural setting, Keihoku is intimately connected to Kyoto’s urban centre, having supplied timber for its temples and palaces over many centuries. Today, I had the rare opportunity to join a team of lumberjacks at work.
The trees felled in Keihoku were once dragged down the snowy mountainsides on toboggans and then floated along the river to Arashiyama, on the outskirts of the city. Although machines have made the job a lot quicker, it is still strenuous work, and so there are few young people nationwide who decide to make a career in forestry. Keihoku is one of the few areas where the industry remains healthy.
Nevertheless, every job is a gamble, since it is impossible to predict the exact value of trees before cutting them down. The timber is auctioned at the local lumberyard three times a month, and the reputation of Keihoku’s wood draws buyers from around the country.
It takes ten years to learn all the lumberjack's skills, but I had a crash course in cutting logs with a chainsaw.
After visiting the logging site, I went to Rose Cafe, run by Iguchi-san and his wife, to try making chopsticks - from local timber, of course.
After all that exertion, it was time for lunch at Kyobuan, a small restaurant that serves soba and other local cuisine. We left the menu up to the chef, which basically meant that he served us every single one of his specialties, from turnip hotpot to sushi with pickled fish... However, we succeeded in eating it all, since about 90% of the ingredients were vegetables (well, that’s my excuse!)
The final destination of the day was Joshokoji, a Zen temple whose beautiful gardens are surrounded by forested slopes. It was built in the fourteenth century for Emperor Kogon, who had stepped down from the throne after years of civil war.
Disillusioned with court society, he spent his retirement here, and stipulated in his will that the temple should not aim to draw throngs of visitors, but should retain its tranquility. His wishes have apparently been respected, as we were the only visitors there.
After spending a day in these scenic mountains and valleys, I can see why even emperors considered Keihoku a Hidden Beauty.
Tomorrow, I head north to the coast in search of fossils!