Skiers have a dream of floating through empty trees while huge snowflakes
fall around us. It’s seemingly silent as the new snow drowns all sounds.
Stopping to look up, individual flakes materialize and drift down from an
infinite mass above.
The beginning.
That dream was my image of Japan. With the sun barely 7 degrees above the horizon at noon, I wasn’t going to spend all of January in Alaska.
The first lift ride.
The planning began back in July with an email to Miles Clark.
The response: I’m in Indo surfing, getting over dengue fever, call me.
Free refills on day one.