We woke to the soft flutter of snow outside. Today we would walk around and check out the city a bit.
Preparing for the snow festival, these scaffolding held together gigantic snow mounds that would later be turned into sculptures, maybe next year I’ll be here to see it, maybe next month.
We go to a Chinese joint, and accidentally grab seats next to an amazing view. I watch taxis queue into the train station below, there is so much order to it all. The city was lovely to watch for a moment.
We stop by the market to get mushrooms, I see cantaloupe that is very expensive, prized for its perfection.
Waking up to a dank breakfast with all the amenities, miso soup, coffee, and local fair prepared with the heart.
Mount Yōtei in the distance.
The main differentiating factor between this and another top quality ski resort is perhaps the bamboo breaching the snow all over, and the quality of the snow which is much nicer to ski on than what I am typically used to.
Yogurt drink, I never knew it existed, and the people around me shortly after drinking it were probably not to pleased with my love for it.
Never fails to take my breath away, happy to live here, happy to leave here, happy to soon return.
We land in the evening after a luxurious flight over in business class thanks to my girlfriend’s buddy pass. Mitsy sorts her baggage and we’re off to the rails to bring us to our stay for the night.