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Hakuba

Hakuba and Japanese Alps

Hakuba and Japanese Alps

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!!

Traditional room. A bed is then laid on the floor to sleep on.

Traditional room. A bed is then laid on the floor to sleep on.

Some rad mountains for sure.

Some rad mountains for sure.

Now thats a nice line!

Now thats a nice line!

I couldnt stop dream about skiing this. Am in Alaska?

I couldnt stop dream about skiing this. Am in Alaska?

I took many shots of this line.

I took many shots of this line.

Ken Slashing it like a wave!

Ken Slashing it like a wave!

So stoked after a slushy face plant, in true tele style.

So stoked after a slushy face plant, in true tele style.

One more angle for ya!

One more angle for ya!

Night Skiing

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.

Gabe Rogel

Although it is hard to see, Cardamone hits the spot. Photo: Gabe Rogel

Gabe Rogel

whats going on? Cardamone getting phat face shot. Photo: Gabe Rogel

Jacqui Edgerly

Jumping out of the tree I climbed up. Photo: Jacqui Edgerly

Jacqui Edgerly

some tree climb jibbing. Photo: Jacqui Edgerly

YA, this is how much fun we were having, Gabe and MC.

YA, this is how much fun we were having, Gabe and MC.

Lap after lap.

Lap after lap.

Gabe Rogel

Cardamone scrubbing one out. Photo: Gabe Rogel

Gabe Rogel

gasping for air inbetween face shots. Photo: Gabe Rogel

A rad fun crew, Me, Sonja, MC, Jacqui, Gabe and Will behind the camera.

A rad fun crew, Me, SOnja, MC, Jacqui, Gabe and Will behind the camera.

Gabe Rogel

Cardamone trying not to hit the tree. Photo: Gabe Rogel

Gabe Rogel

Blingin! Cardamone's freeheel steeze. Photo: Gabe Rogel

Gabe Rogel

Threading the needle. Photo: Gabe Rogel

Gabe Rogel

Just the tip, thats how Will likes it. Photo: Gabe Rogel

Gabe Rogel

One more lap before we hit the crepe stand. Photo: Gabe Rogel

Gabe Rogel

Just when I thought the day couldnt have gotten any better, it did. Photo: Gabe Rogel

When its not dark or dumping, which is rare, actually it just happened once or twice, this is the view.

When its not dark or dumping, which is rare, actually it just happened once or twice, this is the view.

The Secret Zone

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.

onsen meditation

onsen meditation

MC checking out the snowpack, it was about 20ft deep.

MC checking out the snowpack, it was about 20ft deep.

Will Cardamone

Marie Claude Larivee from BC nailing it. Photo: Will Cardamone

Gabe Rogel

Am I in Japan or Alaska? Photo: Gabe Rogel

The healing waters of the secret zone onsen.

The healing waters of the secret zone onsen.

Gabe Rogel

Cardamone flying like an eagle. Photo: Gabe Rogel

Gabe Rogel

I love my life!! Photo: Gabe Rogel