坂道は、上り坂の途中で足の重さを感じるものの、人家の前を通り過ぎ、道端に生える緑の濃淡を重ね合わせた草や、大小の木々が群れ立つ情景を眺めながら、この先に何が現れるのであろうかと期待感を募らせ、そして少しばかりの探求心を抱かせる。
曲がりくねった坂の上りついた先に、ぱっと目に飛び込んでくる乱れ咲く色とりどりの花、あるいは足どり軽く坂を下る前方に広がる奥多摩の光景は、通りすがりの者にとって、心をいやす景観美になって楽しませる。

I feel my feet leaden as I climb the slope. I pass a house and my eyes move to wayside grasses with different green densities and further to the clump of trees, big and small, in the background. My expectation swells toward what waits for me ahead and I become a little inquisitive. I struggle to the top of the winding slope. Many different colors jump into my eyes of the flowers profusely in bloom. Then I climb down the slope lightly treading down the earth and appreciating the rustic scenery spreading ahead in the mountainous village of Okutama. They all are integrated into the beauty of a landscape, so pleasing to the mind of passers-by.