Clearly this trip has served many purposes, but as I've explored more of Tokyo, and Japan, and immersed myself in the culture, I've been excited to see everything that the country has to offer. And you can't do that without snow.
While a lot of my classmates have made plans to travel to various parts of Asia, I've decided to see as much of Japan as possible...and you can't do that without snow. Japan is host to the largest number of ski resorts in any single country. And for good reason. While Tokyo gets almost no snow, other parts of the country (especially the northern island of Hokkaido) get dumped on what becomes an extended ski season.
In every part of the world where snowsports are possible, each offers slightly different conditions. Just like making a trip to Central Europe is different from skiing the Andes, and just like the Catskills are different from the Rockies, visiting north-central and northern Japan offers a unique experience...namely snow. And lots of it. Japan does not have the largest mountains, but it is ranked as the best skiing country in the world. It has an excellent mix of tree runs, varying levels of slope difficulty, and, of course, world famous amounts of snow.
So there was no way I was going to spend 4 months (during the winter) in Japan and not see what all the hype was about.
Of course, before you go, you have to visit Jimbocho in Tokyo to check out all the latest gear. It's home to scores of department stores dedicated solely to snow and ski and outdoor activities. The entire district is about as big as downtown Kansas City, and it's amazing to me that enough people shop for this kind of stuff year-round to keep these places in business...
What made it even better was that this was my first ski trip. Because I'm cooler than most people, I elected to snowboard...risking certain death. A group of 6 of us booked a long weekend to the city of Echigo Yuzawa (about a 2 hour bullet-train ride north from Tokyo).
We stayed a pretty nice Ryokan (I'm not even going to try to describe how to pronounce that), that treated us to full breakfasts and dinners (although they could have been interchangeable since essentially the same food was served at both). That's right...imagine waking up to a huge spread of raw fish, salad, tofu, and other things that I would never voluntarily substitute my pancakes for.
They also had indoor and outdoor onsens (
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Onsen), basically hot springs that are the Japanese equivilent of a hot-tub. These were key because after a long day of snowboarding (or picking myself up off the ground), I needed it.
...Which brings me to the snow...and the snowboarding. We visited two mountains, Karuga and Hakkaisan, both famous within Japan. Honestly, no matter how blown away or amazed I seem by any one thing this entire trip, nothing will compare to seeing that kind of snow. I'm talking drifts that are taller than cars, busses, homes, and businesses. I'm talking about so much snow that overnight a clear sidewalk is covered in knee-high snow. I'm talking about so much that if you get off track on the slopes and venture into the powder that you literally get buried. Long story, short: there was a lot of snow.
These cars were clean the night before...
And Mike is 6'2", with an umbrella over his head...
To keep the streets driveable, there is a network of sprinklers that run 24/7...built into the roads to melt the snow...
This, my more experienced friends told me, was good for me...because it meant that I probably wouldn't seriously hurt myself. I was still pretty sure if I fell off the ski lift from 60 feet in the air I might, but I had to give it a shot.
...and I'm glad I did. I picked up snowboarding after about 6 runs down the mountain, and I'm hooked. If anyone wants to plan a trip next winter, let me know. Sure, my neck hurt for like 4 days after we got back because of some of the epic wrecks I had...but it was totally worth it.
One famous fall occured on my first run down Karuga. I hadn't figured out the idea of staying on an edge to keep my speed down and my control up, so I was just coasting down the mountain on the middle of my board. Turns out, that turns you into a missle, and I found myself blowing past people at what I figured was about 80mph. Knowing I was out of control (and bound to run into someone, most likely a family teaching their kids how to ski), I decided to try and bail out. But I did it all wrong, hit my frontside edge, and launched myself into the air about 20 yards, cartwheeling to a halt. Fortunately for my pride, there is no footage of this wreck. But after that it was all downhill...so to speak.
And, if nothing else, I can say that I boarded some of the world's most well-known mountains....and managed to look like Snake Eyes from G.I. Joe in the process. Because everyone knows that if you can't do something well, you may as well look good doing it poorly...