Blogging has been slow because I’ve been working the slopes on Hirafu =)

I don’t exactly know how I feel about snowboarding. For one, it’s a really expensive sport when you stack it up to other types of sport and travel. Also, at a certain level of competency, you start wondering what’s next.. everything feels more dangerous.. attempt a jump? go through terrain? go even faster? Any slip up and the fall would be spectacular. and spectacularly bad for my aged body.

But, the feeling of this white winter wonderland, the adrenaline rush when the wind picks up around your ears as you carve down slopes, the slight fear and panic that creeps up when u try a black slope and there’s nary a person in sight.. I think these are experiences that cannot be conjured in other travels.

I guess love experiences that remind you just how small and insignificant you are in the world, how much at mercy you actually are to Mother Nature, and how fun it is to throw yourself right into Mother Nature.

A final parting thought – when I learnt boarding in university, I hated taking the chairlift alone – due to a combination of my dislike for being lonely and perhaps a fear of not having friends and companionship. Thankfully nowadays, I’m really pretty happy to jump onto an empty chair and spread my legs wide lmao.. it’s also just one of the best ways to experience the great white outdoors. =)