It was a long journey from the north island of Hokaido to Hakuba Nagano on the south island, home of the 1998 Olympics. The day started early in the morning with a two hour drive to the airport where I almost missed my 2 hour flight to Tokyo. Then I took the train from Narita airport to Tokyo station where I found the shinkansen (bullet train) to Nagano and then somehow found my bus to Hakuba. Kato san was there to pick me up and bring me to my luxurious Japanese style hotel room, what a change from cramming into a small apartment with a bunch of stinky ski bums. The traditional dinner feast was fully enjoyed and then an onsen to finish up the exhausting day. We woke up early to a bluebird day and I was immediately awed by the spectacular Japan alps looming pink with the first rays of sunrise. We rode the Gondola almost to tree line where we started our long day of touring and baking in the hot sun. The day became raging hot quickly and I was soon sweating in just my long underwear top. I couldn’t take my eyes and imagination off the epic looking Alaska style mountains with endless dreamlike ski lines all over. Due to the extreme hot temps and sun the snow turned to cement and was challenging to ski but it was fun to just be out in such beautiful mountains on a sunny day with random Japanese telemark skiers. We ended the day with yet another great meal and some beers at a local restaurant. They had me try some strange Japanese food, like fish sperm, bird something that tasted like undeveloped bone, and stingray. Enjoy these photos from the Japanese Alps!!
Our Japanese ski tour has exceeded all expectations, perfectly balanced with backcountry skiing, hot springs, sushi, ramen, culture, kind people, luxury , ski bumming, and perhaps the highlight of the trip, night skiing. We thought we were having fun until we checked out the night skiing at Niseko’s Grand Hirafu and it brought a whole new meaning to having fun. It was so wacky, we all had so much night energy, as if we were at a raging party, and we just sessioned the deep pow feeling our way through the Japanese trees. We would be cruising around the woods, snow falling from the sky as if god were just dumping it, trying not to suffocate on blower face shots and all of the sudden a loud woman’s voice would come on the loud speaker and like out of a horrar movie would rap out strange Japanese sounds that would echo throughout the snowy night. All we could do was laugh and keep shredding. It felt so good to just ride and not worry about shooting. I felt like a little kid again (oh wait, I am). We hit up night skiing a few times and always had a blast. It always seemed to puke snow during our night sessions, giving us free refills all night, gotta love it. Check out these shots from our night sessions.
The Sweetgrass film crew had been saving this super secret sick zone for Cardamon, Jacqui, and I. After skiing and shooting “one turn wonders” on short Hills I was beginning to wonder why I left my backyard elk mountains to fly all the way to Japan, but I was reminded as I dropped into my first line and slough poured down on either side of the spine I was on and like a freight train rumbled into the creek below. This gem zone is down right burly, with 1300 vertical feet dropping 50+ degrees into a freezing creek and blower pow sloughing fast to the valley floor. We were pretty scared at first and approached the runs with respect and caution, but after getting comfortable with the area and its dynamics I was able to open it up and truly express my skiing style. Our first day there was amazing but I knew I could have charged harder. We were stoked on the shots, footage, and experiences we had but we hoped that it would dump again and then become blue so we could go back and get after a bit harder. As we only had a week left had only seen spots of blue our entire trip the chances were slim, but by some miracle nature worked with us and dumped a fresh coat of blower on the steep spines. We returned one day and the lines were ready but our bodies were tired from no rest days and the sun never poked through so we onsessioned (sessioned the onsen or hot springs) the sweet hot springs that were perched across from the dream like ak spines with Japanese trees holding the hill from eroding into the creek floor. Rested and recharged we returned early the next morning to blessed with a fresh canvas in which we painted our masterpieces on run after run. Knowing what to expect and with time to mentally prepare I was able to let loose and fully surf gravity. The first run was epic, with blower pow, and as the day continued the sun baked the snow and it became heavier and started slough hard like a mud slide. As our trip is coming to an end and we have had a bunch of fun days and great experiences I have understood that my whole life is worth living just for that one day, just to be able to express myself and dance in the moment with nature and gravity, Namaste!
Here are a few shots that will hopefully better portray this amazing experience.
Skiing has brought me back to Japan. After spending 6 months living in a small town on the north island when I was 8 I have finally returned to Hokaido, in search of the islands mythical uber deep pow, good food and some adventure. I am accompanied by Jacqui Edgerly, Will Cardamone, and Gabe Rogel, and we are meeting up with Sweetgrass Productions to do some filming. The Flight was long and draining and luckily we were picked up by old friends and taken back to Shimukappu, the town I lived in and went to school in while my father was making a Photographic book on the four season of Japan. Communication was hard and we had no idea what we were doing, the best care was taken of us and we enjoyed the adventure. The people showed us a new meaning of kindness and joy and treated us to amazing sushi meals and hot spring excursions. After a few days of luxery chillen we met the film crew at an Onsen (hot springs lodge) deep in Hokaido’s tallest mountains. It had previously rained and then became freezing and started dumping. The skiing was pretty good but variable with the rain crust underneath. The cold temps ofter drove us back to the comfort of the hot springs. The snow caked trees were breathtaking, like a scene from a fairy tale. The clouds blocked us from really seeing the high mountains and we left for Niseko where the Sweetgrass crew is living for the season. We crammed into their small apartment in true ski bum style and quickly made friends with everyone the right way, with some drinking games, sake limbo, and then a rowdy dance party. Over the next few days we skied some fun pillow lines, checked out the ocean, and night skied at the resort. Night Skiing is the shit!! We had so much fun shredding around at night, the snow was deep and only got deeper every run. Niseko is a rad resort, especially with deep snow. More to come soon, stay tuned.
The Powder Whores finally came to Aspen to do some filming. Will Cardamon, Chris Erickson and I had a blast showing them around and exploring some new terrain. After a huge dump the sun came out and the snow stabilized and we got after it. I am worked from hiking all over the place and am resting before the Telluride World Qualifier this weekend. Check out these shots from the past few days, photography thanks to Tony Prikryl.
After an epic bow hunting season without a harvest I kept hunting and finally had success. I shot my first elk using the rifle that my dad passed on to me after he died. It was an amazing experience and now I have a winters supply of the best meat out there. The elks energy and strength will pass through me and help me ski better and continue to make the most of my life! Enjoy these shots from my hunt.
Cloudveil made a funny edit from my skiing and great jokes, check it out.












































































