He skied until his thighs burned. Then he found a tiny onion (ramen hut) at the base of a remote lift. An old woman served him kare-raisu and pickled vegetables. She pointed out the window at the snow still falling.
Dave paused at the door. Snowflakes landed on his eyebrows. best time to go skiing in japan
Keiko laughed, a dry sound like wind over powder. “Tell him February.” He skied until his thighs burned
Dave sighed. “My nephew wants to come. First time. He keeps texting me: ‘Uncle Dave, when’s the best time to go skiing in Japan?’ ” best time to go skiing in japan
He texted Dave: “Too many people. Too much hype.”
Dave’s nephew, Leo, finally landed at New Chitose Airport on December 15th. He had ignored Dave’s advice. He came early for “cheap flights.”