When I pictured shinrin yoku, “forest bathing,” I conjured Sleeping

Beauty in her corpse phase, surrounded by primordial trees, twittering
birds and shafts of sunlight. You just knew she was somehow taking it
all in, and she’d awake refreshed, enlightened and ready for her hot
prince. But this was wrong on so many levels. First off, Japan doesn’t
have a lot of primeval forest left, and second, you have to work at
this, although corpselike moments are not discouraged. In Chichibu-
Tama-Kai National Park, a ninety-minute train ride from Tokyo, I
was supposed to be concentrating on the cicadas and the sound of a
flowing creek when a loud Mitsubishi van rumbled by. It was
disgorging more campers to a nearby tent village where kids were