I survived throwing myself off a mountain!!!
I’m alive. My bones are intact. My shoulders are killing me, but that may have more to do with my holding them up to my ears the entire time I was throwing myself off said mountain. And I didn’t die.
It actually was fun once I realised falling didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would. Even face planting wasn’t all that bad. I still would prefer surfing and found it much, much easier to get up and moving facing the mountain rather than looking down the terrifying slope. But I did it. I snowboarded. More or less.
The snow was impressive. I like the way the mountains look from a distance, how the bare trees make it look like the mountains have a thick outline. I went to the very top of the one I snowboarded down to see the snow monsters. Trees so covered in snow they look like weird and wonderful creatures. It was hard to see them as the clouds were too low; everything was completely white but I’ve messed about with the few pictures I managed to take so, if you look hard enough, you might make out a few shapes.
I soaked myself in the onsen a few times. Had a cardamon chai latte. It was a good weekend.
Unfortunately, I’m struggling a bit. Slightly homesick, slightly blue, very cold. I’m up and down mood wise every other day and it’s starting to annoy me. I’m hoping when the weather improves I’ll level off more but there’s going to be at least two months of freezing, snowy crap weather first. I do have the Sapporo trip next month and I am looking forward to that. I’ll be fine. I just need to stay warm and take it easy.