A youthful figure etched in time
The scenery from those days often returns to me, suddenly and vividly.
It was the 1980s, the height of Japan’s ski boom. As a moguls skier, I was driven
by the dream of becoming the first Japanese Olympian in the discipline. Every
year, as winter approached, I felt a rush of excitement. November 3rd—the season
opening of the Kurodake Ski Resort in Sounkyo—became a cherished tradition.
In the early morning, the rhythmic rattle of snow chains echoed from the street.
That sound was my wake-up call, transporting my heart back to the world of skiing.
I still vividly remember the thrill of stepping out of the hotel in the dim light,
heading for the snow-covered slopes of Kurodake.
Back then, I stayed at Hotel Taisetsu, blending in with the university ski camps.
The rice balls they packed for lunch were a reward beyond measure after harsh
training in the bitter cold. And after skiing, the ever-flowing hot spring would
embrace my frozen body, melting even the tension in my heart.
Checking in at Hotel Taisetsu after a day of skiing with my daughter at Kamui
A moment of bliss with a beer in hand, in the room bath
Sauna at "Taisetsu-no-Yu" on the 7th Floor (photo from the hotel website)
Enjoying the buffet with family (Our eldest daughter couldn’t join us this time)
The view from the ropeway cabin
View of Kurodake from the lift area
At the Kurodake Ropeway Station
At the Taisetsuzan Kurodake Museum