I've heard a lot about the holy mountain for the Japanese. Fuji is worshipped. She has many faces. All right. She tested me for strength. I didn't tell almost anyone about it, but it 's time to share my story. I'll start in order. During a short-term internship in Japan, I learned in class that the climbing season was about to close. My friend and I made a decision to see the mountain at any cost. After that, without delay, we took tickets for the high- speed train, which rushed us like an arrow to meet the adventures. We arrived late, so we spent the night at the foot of the mountain in the hostel, could not sleep, anticipating the experience of climbing. In the morning, having packed the most necessary things in a backpack-water, food, a camera, warm clothes- we set off. We studied the map. It was the last day of the ascent , an additional short route was already closed. Not a single cafe on the mountain was working, and no other adventurers were visible. Although the locals say that there are a whole string of tourists in the season, and the climb is very comfortable. The rain was raging , and a strong wind was lashing my face. The weather seemed to dissuade us from going to the top. But the desire to see the crater was stronger than common sense. At 9 am, we set off from level 5. At first, it was relatively easy and fun to walk , despite the fact that the raincoat was blown away. After 2-3 hours, my strength decreased, it became colder, my feet began to slide on the stones and I stumbled a couple of times. But difficulties spurred, only forward! There were closed cafes and hotels. People were never met. It was good that we were together with a friend, feeling each other's support . By 4 pm we were more than half way. But each level becomes more difficult. The rain turned to hail and hurt. It's a lifeless Martian landscape. We stopped talking and focused on breathing and movement. By 6 pm it began to get dark. There was quite a bit left to the top, a little strength remained. We tried to go as fast as possible in order to be in time before sunset. But only by 7 pm we reached the fenced crater already in complete darkness. There was snow on the top ... The lantern shone into the darkness. The air is low. Proud Fuji did not open her heart to us. Cold welcome. Only one thought was pounding in my head – to go down quickly ! I didn 't have the strength to be upset or happy, I just wanted warmth. The adventures continued. We did not think about going down the mountain, considering that this is the easiest part of the route. We ran forward, not remembering the way. Going down in the dark , trying to shorten the route at some point turned off the path. Cell phone service did not catch. Going down at around midnight, we saw an asphalt road , decided to go just along the road at random in the dark. We didn't pay any attention to the rain, we were wet to the skin. The worst thing for me was to cross the bridge. It was flooded with a small river, at which the level rose. It seemed to me that it would wash me off during the transition. I started to panic. - Larisa, do you believe me? - asked Anya. - Yes! - This is just a bridge, it’s really possible to cross it. It is necessary to find people and civilization - this is the main goal! Anya grabbed me with a stranglehold and transferred me to the other side. The bridge is crossed , we go further. We are shivering from the cold , our legs are weak from fatigue. There are noises in the forest. Animals or spirits? Run forward out of danger ! About an hour later, we were rewarded- we saw 2 bulldozers. O happiness, they are not closed. We climbed into them and rubbed our frozen fingers. A small , but shelter from wind and bad weather. Changed dry clothes. We curled up in one of the chairs and waited for the dawn. Terrible thoughts drove away. The morning came . We got out of the vehicle , went out on the road and saw our Savior! It's a mushroom picker . We could not contain the emotions that we had previously held in ourselves. We cried for joy. We hugged him, jumped like crazy. We are saved. The horror of the night passed. On the way to the next station, the mushroom picker said that we were very lucky. This is the territory of the reserve , and it is rarely visited by people. Well, it was a day off, and there were still mushrooms in the forest. And we did not meet with wild animals and spirits of Fuji. Fuji was actually kind to us.