Running out of adjective

Whenever I ride a west-bound shinkansen, I try to take a window seat on the right side of the train. Around 10 minutes after the train leaves Shinyokohama station, the top half of Mt. Fuji begins to show among the ridged terrain of Tanzawa mountains. In and out of sight for minutes, she looks bigger and bigger. By that time I am pretty much excited. Then as the train makes a gentle turn to the right past Tanzawa, she finally shows her whole body. The grand, magnificent, perfectly symmetric, running-out-of-adjective view of the dormant volcano simply awes me. For a while I am taken in by the beauty. Then my excitement peaks out and plunges into sleep.
The strange thing is when I wake up the train is always passing Hamana-lake.
The picture was taken from Fuji-river bridge.