I forgot my earplugs and between Ramesh snoring like a chainsaw and William blathering like a drunk, it's a miracle I got any sleep at all. Woke to a standard Japanese staying-on-the-slopes breakfast, but we talked them into giving us coffee. And the rice was good.
A stunningly sunny and beautiful day; t-shirt only under the jacket and we headed up the gondola. Nozawa is much bigger than it looks, and after a couple of long, wide, groomed runs on old snow, we headed to the very tippy top, ducked the ropes, and plunged into a Valley of the Powder. One side was sunny and slushy, the other side shadowy and fluffy. We were obviously the only ones foolish enough to go off-piste, and the reward was some harrowingly steep, deep snow. At the bottom is flattened out and joined up with a nice green that went all the way to the far bottom, so getting to and through that was tiring work.
We headed back up and got a late lunch, harassing Hana-chan by buying her icecream and watching her eat it. Couple more runs, including Valley of the Powder again, and it was back to Schnyder for a pre-dinner bath.
Dinner was the standard fair; plentiful and good. Most everyone went into town to do some karaoke damage, but I stayed in, getting really into the second volume of Shiba Ryotaro's "Moeyoken (Burning Sword)."
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