徒歩で日本縦断の旅 Walking Across Japan 70
Today I stayed still—feeling a little sick.
Last night, a family of three arrived at the port where I had set up my tent.
A mother, a father, and their daughter.
They had driven about two hours from Yamagata City, just to fish through the night.
I watched them from a distance at first, curious what had brought them here.
Soon I learned—it was night fishing.
The daughter grew bored quickly. No fish were biting.
So she helped her parents instead, quietly refilling the lures, handing things over, staying close.
I sat with them for a while.
We talked.
They shared different fishing techniques, small details of patience and waiting.
For an hour or two, they fished—catch and release.
Then, just as quietly as they came, they packed up and drove back home.
The port returned to silence.
In that silence, something surfaced in me.
I thought of my sister.
I thought of when we were five—traveling together as a family during school breaks.
Nothing dramatic.
Just being together.
And somehow, tonight, that memory felt very far away.
