A large part of life is about “adding miles” when one gets the opportunity.
\n\n", "content_hash": "sha256:cbfe38d765c75399ad55f42f0e098baa4b15b96f1f587d5034da293b1b44096e", "media": [], "changelog": [ { "version": 1, "at": "2026-08-27T06:47:17Z", "note": null } ] }The next day I opened the route again, this time looking for places worth adding rather than removing. I started scrolling around the map east of the coast, zooming in and out over this huge forested interior I had mostly ignored during my original planning. I found big lakes tucked between mountain ranges, long roads climbing through national parks, even famous onsens scattered through volcanic areas and far from any city. I kept clicking around and finding places that looked too good to pass this close to without seeing. Adding three or four days would take me off the flat coastline and back into the kind of terrain that had drawn me so strongly to the Alps. Just a few days earlier I had been searching for ways to shave a week off the trip. Now I was adding miles.