With all the snow available it seemed
silly not to ski so I headed to the local resort known as
Teine. On the way to Pole Town I passed what may be the worst job in
Sapporo.
I took Pole Town all the way to the
main train station and road out an hour to a neighboring city's bus
terminal.
I had just missed the bus to the
mountain so I hung out in Mr. Donut for a while waiting for the next
one.
45 minutes later the bus took me off on my ski
adventure.
When we arrived a ferris wheel greeted
us from the top of the bunny hill. I cant say I was too surprised.
The Japanese sure do love their ferris wheels.
I took the lift up to the bunny hill so
I could ride over to the gondolas. I instantly noticed the abundance
of fresh powder.
I reached the gondolas and
headed up to the proper part of the mountain. I have never been in one
before, oh the excitement.
The gondola only got me so far, and
then it was back to proper ski lifts. At the top I was able to ski
the course from the 1972 Olympics. I totally looked like I belonged.
As the day went on the powder
diminished as the crowds grew.
I decided to take my talents to the
back country. Although the signs tell you to stay on the main runs, I
had read online they don’t do anything if you stray off, so down I
went.
This was some of the best skiing I had
done in a while. Deep powder, steep drops, and no one else around. It
was a fantastic decision. I spent the rest of the day deep in the trees
and boy did my legs pay for it. The way back was pretty uneventful. Just more shuttles, buses , and trains.
After my day of skiing I ended it all
with a piping hot bowl of curry udon. It hit the spot rather well.
