You know you are skiing in Japan when the lift attendants bow and thank you every time you get on or off a ski lift. Apart from the attendants (sometimes two per lift!), I did not see many people.
It was snowing so hard that the fresh powder was knee-high, even on the slopes! Visibility was really, really bad, but that didn’t really matter. The snow was incredible. Fresh powder. The best I have ever had in 30-40 years of skiing! Since the snow was so good, you can’t really go wrong, even if you don’t see a thing…
The ski area boasts long slopes, well groomed. Even the off-piste routes are indicated. They ask to take your skis off when you cross the boundary, so you don’t leave confusing tracks for people wanting to stay on-piste; very thoughtful. I read this on an English flyer that I treasure. Everything else is written in Japanese only. I don’t understand a thing. ‘Lift closed’, ‘piste inaccessible’, ‘danger!’ I don’t have a clue what the signs say, so try to only go where I see other people. What an adventure! I feel like a kid in a candy store!!!
My last day was cold but sunny: finally, I could see where I was skiing and admire the beauty of the place.
Kagura house was supposed to have a café, but it was closed (maybe only open during the busier weekends?). The night I arrived I went to sleep without dinner. Was this going to be my second night in a row without food? Mitsumata village has no restaurants. The receptionist who apparently only works during weekends left a nice English note for me “There is a place to have dinner near here”, with a description in Japanese… I could figure out that the place to have dinner should be only 50 meters from the Inn, but where? So I started walking around, but It is impossible to see whether something is a house, a shop, an inn or a restaurant. I desperately started knocking on doors, to ask for a restaurant. Nobody knew where to get food!