There’s nothing so exhilarating as skiing in dumping powder. Fat snowflakes dusting your jacket and settling over the ski runs like thick mascarpone, filling any imperfections in the terrain. And then there’s the anticipation of skiing the deep powder the following day as it continues overnight. Fresh snow evokes childlike delight and I unashamedly open my mouth wide to feel the crystalline flakes melt on my tongue.
Each year, Siberian snow drifts over the Sea of Japan and powders Hokkaido in dry, fluffy snow, an
