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I am thinking this as I sit in the bustling lodge at a two-lift ski area called Seki Onsen, picking tunes on a public guitar that I pulled from the wall, with the melting vestiges of a inch powder day still dripping from my boots. I am surrounded by friends and strangers eating noodle soup and drinking beer. Seki Onsen is the smallest of six ski areas that hug the lower flanks of Mount Myoko, an active volcano miles northwest of Tokyo that juts, like a clenched fist, 8, feet into the sky. The word onsen, which means hot springs, is used liberally as a noun and verb in the many parts of Japan where such waters burble forth. Ten buddies and I have come from all over the United States to Akakura Onsen, a village in the highlands surrounding the city of Myoko, in late January, hoping to tap a powder spigot renowned among committed skiers. In a normal winter, cold fronts pulse down from Siberia, suck moisture off the Sea of Japan and spiral ashore, dumping up to inches of snow per season on the mountains here on Honshu and the northern island of Hokkaido. From my home in Washington, I watch with increasing gloom as front after promising front fizzles offshore or rockets up to Hokkaido. The Myoko area, according to a forecast blog I am following, is having its driest winter in memory. But hope — especially when cornered by nonrefundable reservations — springs eternal, and the dry spell breaks the night we arrive. Snow falls in wind-driven sheets, blanketing the road and the surrounding forests of oak, maple, beech and aspen trees. In the village, revelers and couples backlit by neon signs stroll a snow-quilted main drag of bars, restaurants and stores. The storm, one of two we will get during the week, comes too late to rescue this hobbled season, but to us it feels like a welcome parade. We find our way to the Morino Lodge, a three-story, Australian-owned hotel. The entire first floor is open-flow communal space, with couches, bookshelves, dining tables and a small bar manned by a lanky, bearded Scot named Paul. In the glow of Japanese microbrew, with the powder factory churning away outside, I feel the haze of 22 hours of travel start to lift. In the morning, we watch the continuing snow through big picture windows as waves of pancakes, eggs, bacon, oatmeal and fruit stream out of the kitchen. Do we buy the lunch-included ticket, or is that a marketing gimmick? Where, exactly, are the most coveted powder stashes? Eventually, the smiling ladies at the ticket counter take a pile of yen from us, slide 11 tickets across the counter and gesture us toward the slopes. After riding one lift over dead-flat ground and another up a bunny slope, we solve the map and make our way to the top of the interconnected Akakura Kanko resort, where the new snow is more than a foot deep and still accumulating. The Japanese, who were largely absent at the Morino Lodge, have gathered in minor force on the mountain, sticking mainly to the center of the marked runs. That leaves ample lanes of powder on the margins, and we spend the morning feasting on the new snow, bumping farther into the woods with each run. Akakura, like most Japanese resorts, forbids off-trail skiing, a rule that many foreigners ignore. As the storm peters out, I notice that we are sharing the trees with a broadening multicultural group. Someone else notices too: I emerge from the aspens after yet one more powder bash to see a strategically positioned ski patroller motioning me into a circle of worried-looking dudes. He points to my lift pass and, without a spoken word, adds it to a stack in his hand. As we plead our cases in our native tongues, the patroller shakes his head and points up at the trees with a clear message: off limits. I meet my friends for lunch in a small mid-mountain restaurant, where we are challenged to order and pay for the food at a wall-mounted machine — with photos and prices but no English instructions — before stepping around the corner to receive our steaming bowls of noodles and tempura from a more-familiar cafeteria line of humans. Then the economy crashed and people just stopped skiing. Some resorts shut down. Others limped along in bankruptcy protection, which left little cash for on-mountain improvements. There are exceptions to this throwback vibe, notably at the bigger resorts on Hokkaido and in the Hakuba area, a two-hour drive south of Myoko. The lack of new investment is most evident in the layout of the resorts. Too many lifts terminate just below the most alluring terrain, and I continually catch myself gazing up at chutes, glades and bowls, willing a chairlift to appear. We find the best pitches at a burly mountain called Madarao, where 15 lifts serve 30 runs on a vertical drop of 1, feet, including numerous glades and a few shots of steep trees. The drought, thankfully, has not impacted the food supply. We hit a different restaurant every night, most decorated in an odd mix of traditional art, yellowing ski photos and trail maps. Each is a restorative adventure, including udon noodles in black squid ink, kimchi ramen, traditional Japanese oden and, at Sushi Takasago, buttery cuts of fish and hot sake delivered by an ever-smiling matron. As we are leaving, she and her husband, who is cleaning up the sushi bar beneath a glass-cased display of 29 large, gleaming fishhooks, hands us slices of the sweetest, crispiest apple I have ever tasted. Upon realizing that half our group has already departed, the owners insist we wait while they slice up more, which they bag for us to take back to our crew. But mostly we meet Australians, who flock here to ski and party. Most hilarious among them is Paul Wheeler, a professional trumpeter from Sydney, and his three companions, for whom skiing is a tertiary excuse for visiting Japan, behind attending sumo wrestling matches and looking for snow monkeys. And as we wait for the chairs to open on that powder day at Seki, an alarmingly chiseled bloke offers to beat the salt out of one of our guys over some perceived slight. Blows are narrowly averted. There is no such air of aggression at the Morino where, at any given hour, about half of the guests are in bathrobes, en route to or from the onsen. Japan even has a law, onsenhou, stipulating the minimum temperature and mineral-content standards that springs must meet to bear the onsen label. In other words, this is not the generic, hyper-chlorinated hot tub you might recall from other ski vacations. On our second day, we hire Glude and his apprentice, Mitsui, a cheerful, snowboarding son of a salaryman from Osaka, to lead us on a two-hour backcountry tour from the top of Akakura Kanko. Many foreigners come here more for the hike-to terrain than the inbounds runs. We zigzag through a forest of burly beech trees called bunas, which yields to an open ridge cloaked in mist. Atop a wind-scoured peak, we look down a delightfully steep pitch of untrammeled snow falling away to the north. In the United States, thin snow cover means hitting rocks. Here, it means risking a face plant by sasa vine, a bamboo derivative that grows in tangled loops and is infamous for snaring skiers. Even with the dicey conditions, we get a whisper of how good it can be, surfing a feathery quilt through the buna trees and back to the resort. With Glude and Mitsui we drive an hour southwest from Akakura to a one-lift resort where we find fewer than 10 other people skiing the place. From the summit we can see the dark blue horizon of the Sea of Japan. The powder that fell three days ago is undisturbed, as Glude knew it would be because the resort had been closed throughout the weekend due to high winds. We spend the morning bounding through 1,vertical-foot laps of shin-deep powder, fresh turns on every run. After a ramen break in a log cabin at the top of the lift, where a vintage s Pioneer stereo system idles in a corner — a totem to a bygone era in Japan — Glude and Mitsui lead us on a short backcountry tour to one of the best views in Japan: an alpine mosaic of peaks and valleys, contours and ridges, snow, rock, trees and more snow, culminating in the smoking cone of a volcano five miles away. On the drive back, we stop for photos of a distant Mount Myoko when movements in the woods draw our attention: snow monkeys. Two, three and suddenly dozens skitter up and down trees, swinging from branches, cautiously checking us out before darting off. Morino Lodge Myoko , Akakura, Myoko. It is a five-minute walk from the Akakura Onsen ski area and village center. The lodge has a small bar, includes a full Western-style breakfast with stays and, at least once a week, serves dinner on-site. Staffers are often available to shuttle guests to nearby resorts. Kougakuro , Akakura, Myoko. A three-minute walk to the slopes of Akakura Onsen. Takasago Sushi , Sekikawa, Myoko. Syokudo Shibata , Akakura, Myoko. Cash only. Udon No Fu , Akakura, Myoko. Akakura Onsen and Akakura Kanko rise right from the village, and Suginohara and Ikenotaira are short bus or shuttle rides away. Seki Onsen, for example, is a minute drive from Akakura village. Of these, Suginohara offers the greatest vertical drop — 3, feet — and the longest run in Japan, a five-mile serpentine descent. It also has the most interesting on-mountain dining, a row of small wooden and houselike restaurants serving ramen, seafood, meats, and fresh salads. For more information, visit myoko-nagano. Backcountry skiing through Evergreen Tours, Hokujo, Hakuba. Gear rental is extra. Originally Published: December 1, at a. More in Travel.

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Welcome to the Newschoolers forums! You may read the forums as a guest, however you must be a registered member to post. Register to become a member today! A quick word on blocking ads. It looks like you are using an ad blocker. That's okay. Who doesn't? But without advertising revenue, we can't keep making this site awesome. Click the link below for instructions on disabling adblock. How to disable ad-blocker for Newschoolers. I don't care about Newschoolers. I just want free content and no ads! Register Lost password? Move to Category. Close Save. Member of the Month BallClapper September, I'm wanting to spend the season in Hakuba. How early should I arrive to secure a room, also how much would I look at paying a month? What part of hakuba should I aim to live in, I won't have a car so somewhere near public transport is boss. I should have about k nzd saved up, I assume this would would be enough to last the season, however how hard is it for me to pick up a part time job, provided I arrive at the right time, to supplement my income. What resorts should I buy season passes for? If you have any other info you think would be valuable, please do share. Jan 5 PM. Easier to get a job as well. Jan 6 AM. Thanks for your reply!! Don't go to niseko. It's just another Whistler, but in Japan. Overrated garbage full of aussies, the only benefit being that where there are aussies there is weed. Look at nozawa onsen, or similar less populated resorts if you want the real experience and not Perisher with ramen. As for jobs, easy to get. Dishwashing or housekeeping are easy to find. Try sus a job first if possible but if you have backup cash you good. Always paid cash. Better to get the work visa but you don't need it if you can afford to fly to south east Asia to renew your tourist visa after 3? Jan 6 PM. Figure out your backcountry game before arriving: gear up and get educated. Then find people to ease you into the goods when you're there. I don't know why anyone would consider anything but the Hakuba Valley pass. Your saying alot of disheashing jobs are under the table? Every job in the ski resort villages is under the table. Nozawa onsen is an awesome place. Japanese people don't like to ski trees for some reason so you can always find fresh stuff if you look. Same goes for all of japan. It's played. Hakuba is good as it's fairly easy to get to a few good places from there - Hakuba 47, Happo One, Tsugaike, Cortina all easily accessible with other places such as Nozawa Onsen etc within driving distance. It's all less busy than Niseko; Cortina and Tsugaike both have surprising amounts of good terrain. Myoko Kogen another option though not been there myself. If you want Hokkaido snow, a better option may be to head to the Asahikawa area; Furano, Asahidake, Tomamo etc. Jan 7 AM. So planning all this out, it seems like it would get to do a whole season at just one resort as the terrain will be all explored in one week or so So the best bet is too travel round multiple resorts across the region? I will probably be looking at working in a hostel or as a dishwasher. Jan 7 PM. Rusutsu is amazing , best place I went, and moiwa is a hidden gem. Jan 8 AM. XxAc1DtR1PxX So planning all this out, it seems like it would get to do a whole season at just one resort as the terrain will be all explored in one week or so Staying in Echoland area you would be right next to Hakuba 47 and Happo One, which are the largest. Tsugaike and Cortina are smaller but I enjoyed them more - both a short drive away or there are buses. Someone mentioned Rusutsu and Moiwa - both are great places; Moiwa is very expensive though and last time I went was super busy. Now that Niseko is rammed with people, Rusutsu is busier than it used to be, but still good. However you wouldn't want to live there I think. The first time I skied Rusutsu the only people on the mountain were us, a group of 5 japanese snowboarders, 1 ski school group and the famous japanese backwards skiing man. It was great. Definitely not in Japan. Jan 9 AM. Just anecdotal experience but that's how it was where I was. How early should I arrive to secure a room , also how much would I look at paying a month? I should have about k nzd saved up, I assume this would would be enough to last the season , however how hard is it for me to pick up a part time job, provided I arrive at the right time, to supplement my income. Aug 22 AM. All times are Eastern

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