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Takato Castle Park Cherry Blossoms
The blossom here is red. Not the pale wash you expect from a Japanese spring, but somethin…
The blossom here is red. Not the pale wash you expect from a Japanese spring, but something closer to wine.
Takato grows a cherry that grows nowhere else: takato-kohigan, a variety native to this single valley, its flowers smaller and deeper in color than the familiar somei-yoshino. Some fifteen hundred of them open at once across the slope of an old castle, and from a distance the hillside looks faintly bruised, as if the mountain had been touched with rouge.
The castle itself is gone. What remains is stonework, the outline of a moat, a red bridge over nothing. When the domain was dissolved in the nineteenth century, its former samurai planted these trees on the grounds where horses had once been trained—an act of mourning, perhaps, or simply of having nowhere else to put their grief. The trees took, and kept taking, for a century and a half.
Locals call it the finest cherry in the land, and standing here, with the snow of the Central Alps behind a drifting cloud of red, you find the claim hard to argue with. Takato sits high, so its peak comes late, after the lowlands have finished. It is a place where spring is offered a second time, to anyone who climbs for it.
The Iida Line train follows the Tenryu River south, and by the time it pulls into Ina-shi Station — open since the early years of the twentieth century — the valley has already made its scale clear: the Southern Alps to the east, the Central Alps to the west, ridgelines holding the basin on both sides. Ina sits in that compression, a town shaped as much by its geography as by its history as a post town on the Sanshu Kaido, the old inland route that once carried goods and travelers between the mountains.
The food here resists easy categorization. Rōmen — thick mutton-and-noodle, served at small shops around the station — is the kind of dish that belongs to no obvious tradition, a local invention that simply persisted. Basashi and sauce katsudon appear on menus alongside Takatō soba, while the more unusual items — inago no tsukudani, grasshoppers simmered in soy and mirin, or zazamushi, the aquatic insects from the Tenryu — sit quietly on shelves in prepared-food shops, unremarkable to those who grew up eating them.
The older layers of the city surface without announcement. At Inabu-juku, the Edo-period post town, the Izawa family's honjin residence still stands along what was the main highway. The Ina Asahiza, a wooden cinema building dating from 1913 that began as a kabuki theater, holds its place in the neighborhood with the particular solidity of a structure no one has gotten around to demolishing — which is to say it has survived by being used. The Takatō Castle ruins, now a park, occupy a promontory above the dam lake, the stones of Takatō Domain absorbed into the hillside over three and a half centuries.
Stay in Ina, Nagano
What converges here
- Takato Castle Ruins
- Ensho-ji Shakado
- Atsuta Shrine Honden
- Minami Alps
- Mount Senjogatake
- Mount Komagatake
- Mount Komatsumine
- Mount Kitaarakawa
- Mount Abearakura
- Mount Futago
- Mount Kurobei
- Mount Nyukasa
- Mount Tokura
- Mount Moriya
- Inashi
- Ina-Kita
- Sawando
- Shimojima
- Akagi