I’m lucky in that I can walk out my door and head up the hill for a walk, and I rarely encounter anyone else.
Today, I was passed by one car and was otherwise completely alone. It was a beautiful spring day after a day of rain and the mountain was lush. Several times on my way up I could smell the wild boars that must have been lurking nearby quietly. I don’t worry about them. The only time I ever see one is when they jump up to run away when I get too close on the road.
The road is roped off now, because of a landslide that damaged the road higher up, but it’s no problem for walkers to go through.




A very nice walk, and a nice clay discovery, I’ll be heading up again from the other side in my car to get some for pots and glaze.