Hakuba MountainLife Magazine issue #5

Hakuba Backcountry – Hakuba Mountainlife Magazine issue #5 will be on the shelves at all our lodges & chalets. It’s an excellent resource for knowledge and inspiration about backcountry skiing & snowboarding around Hakuba, put together by a group of dedicated mountain travelers.

And if you can`t wait to pick up your print copy at Morino, the digital 2016/17 version is below;

 

And because great Hakuba backcountry info never gets old, the back catalog links are below;

 

Hakuba Mountainlife Magazine issue #4 (2015/16)

 

Hakuba Mountainlife Magazine issue #3 (2014/15)

 

Hakuba Mountainlife Magazine issue #2 (2013/14)

 

Hakuba Mountainlife Magazine issue #1 (2012/13)

 

Oh…..& if you wanna explore the Hakuba Backcountry safely there are a number of serious & qualified guiding outfits in Hakuba including Hakuba MountainLife, Evergreen & new for 2016/17 our own Morino-Whitecap Specialized Guiding Service 

 

Washington Post on Skiing in Myoko

“Trumpageddon” is not the only thing making headlines in the Washington Post.  Check out this spread on skiing in Myoko & staying at Morino Lodge. Thanks @jbriley66, johnbriley.com

The slopes, the powder and the prices make Japan a worthy ski trip

November 10

You don’t have to go to Japan to ski, eat sushi and soak in geothermal hot springs. But if you want deep powder without lift lines for $40 a day, the best sushi and ramen in the world in intimate, family-run restaurants and a naked soak in a 105-degree spring with a view of the volcano that is heating your water, in the comfort of your hotel, then follow the drifting snowflake to the Land of the Rising Sun.

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 15-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 175 miles northwest of Tokyo that juts, like a clenched fist, 8,051 feet into the sky. In one week here we will ski five of those areas, plus two of the other 16 ski resorts that sit within an hour’s drive. (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 650 inches of snow per season on the mountains here on Honshu and the northern island of Hokkaido.

This meteorological blitzkrieg is most active from December through February, a pattern that has spawned the noun “Japanuary” among powder chasers worldwide.

Alas, this isn’t a normal winter in Myoko, something we will hear often this week. 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. After a partly cloudy shuttle ride from Tokyo’s Narita International Airport, we take an exit for Akakura and smack straight into winter.

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. “Yoga at 6, bre-aykfast at 7,” Paul says as he taps out for the night.

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. We suit up and walk five minutes to the closest ski hill, also named Akakura Onsen, where our lodge manager’s crystal-clear direction — buy ticket here, ride this lift, then transfer to this one — smashes into an impenetrable language barrier. With two adjacent resorts, we don’t know if we want a pass for one, the other, or both. 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. Just as we’re all giving up and starting to shuffle away, he calls us back and redistributes the seized passes.

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.

The tech-assisted ordering is a rare nod to Japanese efficiency in the country’s ski industry, most of which is stuck in the 1980s, and not intentionally.

“When something gets hot in Japan, everyone — and I mean everyone — does it,” says Bill Glude, an affable Alaskan who has been a ski guide in Japan since 2004. “That was skiing in the 1980s,” a decade when the country’s economy was on fire. “They built up all this infrastructure to support the obsession. 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. As a result there are few high-speed lifts in Japan, and some areas, including Seki, feature what are affectionately known as “pizza box” lifts — single-seat chairs with only the suggestion of a backrest. 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 1,500 feet, including numerous glades and a few shots of steep trees. I can see how this would be a powder hound’s paradise in a normal year, but we make the best of it by finding scraps of unsullied snow in the woods before turning to soft moguls and long, ripping groomers.

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.

That sushi indulgence aside, most of our meals run under $20 a head, beers and saki included — another draw for visiting skiers. Around town we meet ski gypsies from Britain, Switzerland, France, Finland, New York and Maine. 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. Boisterous pods of his countrymen seem intent on keeping Akakura’s bars in the black. 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. These serene, indoor-outdoor sanctuaries of stone and tile are on the lower level, strategically partitioned for each gender because, under the national custom of hadaka no tsukiai (roughly, “naked friendship”) bathers must leave everything — pretense, clothing, even après-ski cocktails — in the changing rooms.

Akakura’s waters emerge from the ground at 116 degrees Fahrenheit, cool down as they collect in the village’s central tank and are typically treated, and sometimes reheated, only lightly at their final destination, Morino Lodge co-owner Craig Oldring tells me. 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.

Sitting in the 108-degree outdoor pool with smuggled beers in hand and a moon rising over Mount Myoko, we decide that we’ll wring all we can out of these mountains, conditions be damned.

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.

The same design flaw that frustrated me inbounds at the resorts makes Japan a backcountry skier’s dream, with lifts doing half the work and leaving the choicest labor — as well as views and powder shots — to those with the quads, lungs and time to march up the mountains. 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 a normal year . . . ” Glude sighs, and he doesn’t need to finish the sentence. We’ll be skiing back the way we came. 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.

The following day we reap a richer reward.

We spend the morning bounding through 1,600-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 1980s 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.

Seeing these guys in the wild wasn’t on my list, but I retroactively add it — one less thing to check off when I return during a normal winter.

Briley is a writer based in Takoma Park.

IF YOU GO
Where to stay

Morino Lodge Myoko

585-23 Akakura, Myoko

011-81-261-85-9098

morinolodge.com/lodges-chalets/morino-lodge-myoko

This bright, three-story hotel features a ski-snowboard room, separate gear-drying room and spa-like onsen. 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. Double rooms from around $155.

Kougakuro

115 Akakura, Myoko

011-81-255-87-2036

myoko-kougakuro.jp/english

A delightful, Japanese-style hotel with English-speaking staff, spacious rooms, indoor-outdoor onsen, buffet breakfast and small bar. A three-minute walk to the slopes of Akakura Onsen. Rooms from $88.

Where to eat

Takasago Sushi

721-1 Sekikawa, Myoko

011-81-255-86-3052

A small, family-run restaurant in a residential neighborhood, featuring the best sushi we found in the area and a warm, accommodating staff. Full sushi meals, with a range of fish, from around $20.

Syokudo Shibata

549-83 Akakura, Myoko

011-81-255-87-2936

Specializing in Japanese barbecue, this welcoming restaurant also offers excellent ramen and lighter fare in a fun atmosphere. Entrees from $8. Cash only.

Udon No Fu

585-83 Akakura, Myoko

011-81-255-87-2088

Famous for udon noodles in black squid ink, this small place also has top-tier tempura. Entrees from $8. Cash only.

What to do

Skiing

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 25-minute drive from Akakura village.

Of these, Suginohara offers the greatest vertical drop — 3,600 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.

A one-day lift ticket to access both Akakura Onsen and Kanko costs $44, and single-day tickets to the other resorts are similarly priced. Free shuttle buses run between Akakura Onsen/Kanko, Ikenotaira and Suginohara. For more information, visit myoko-nagano.com/access/myoko_transport.

Madarao Mountain Ski Resort

Route 117, Madarao-kogen, Iiyama, Nagano

011-81-269-64-3214

madarao.jp/ski/_en

A fair-sized mountain with 15 lifts, 30 marked runs and a vertical drop of 1,443 feet. Limited on-mountain dining and après-ski options. Lift tickets cost $44.

Backcountry skiingthrough Evergreen Tours

4377 Hokujo, Hakuba

011-81-261-72-5150

evergreen-hakuba.com/en

Quality outfitters providing English-speaking guides for all manner of mountain adventures, especially backcountry ski tours. Backcountry tours from around $150 per person per day, with group discounts available. Gear rental is extra.

Information

myokokogen.net/myoko-tourism-information

— J.B

Thanks @jbriley66, johnbriley.com

Hakuba – Powder, Peaks and Pillows

Hakuba and the three P’s – Peaks, Pillows and Pow. Travis Rice has summed up in three words, why we couldn’t leave this wonderful valley we call home!

Outfootage from Travis rice’s new movie, The fourth phase, show’s him having a blast in Hakuba. Flying through powder in the Cortina trees, slaying roadside pillow lines on route 148 and hitting some epic Hakuba backcountry.

Not long to go now!

Hakuba MountainLife Magazine

The last few seasons, Hakuba MountainLife Magazine has graced the racks just left of the front desk. It’s an excellent resource for knowledge and inspiration about the backcountry surrounding Hakuba, put together by a group of dedicated mountain travelers.

This winter’s magazine is available online, meaning you don’t have to visit the front desk to read it (though we’d love it if you did). Amongst other stories, it includes an account of the Korube Traverse, photo gallery from skiing around the Hakuba area, and info on getting started in the backcountry. Check it out for some guaranteed winter excitement from our backyard.

All-Time Alpine & A Favorable Forecast

IMG_0456It’s no secret that Japan’s early season snowpack is a bit below average, but Hakuba’s alpine terrain is still delivering deep turns and big smiles. On December 16th, a storm rolled in and dumped nearly 40cm of low-density snow on the upper slopes of Happo One. The following morning, the sun popped out, allowing eager skiers and snowboarders to explore Happo’s incredible backcountry terrain. High winds deposited lots of soft snow on to the northeast aspects, and a few Morino employees and locals teamed up to power lap the mellower lines.

Consecutive bluebird days are a rarety in Japan; frequent storms make high-elevation skiing inaccessible for weeks at a time. Luckily, the sun stuck around after the most recent storm, and the peaks above Tsugaike held dry and wind-protected pow. Morino employees Rachel, David and Ian adventured into the alpine and got excellent goggle tans while making endless fluffy hippie turns! Temperatures rose later in the week, and the snow at lower elevations firmed up quickly and turned into creamy mashed potatoes. This warming trend will hopefully allow the next layer of storm snow to bond easily, strengthening Hakuba’s early season snowpack.  


Hakuba lacks a standardized weather model, so forecasting here can be tricky. Matt, co-owner of the Morino, has developed his own advanced, top-secret formula for predicting snowfall in the valley. His estimates indicate that Christmas will bring several days of consistent heavy snow, even at lower elevations. Matt’s weather projections for this week are confirmed by a few other local resources, so get ready for refills!