Japanese busses are made for Japanese people. Even beer doesn't help much in these situations. These situations call for Night Formula Contac and a Jack chaser (or four)...
Here's the whole crew (from left to right): Pyon-pyon, Peek-a-boo, Ralph(read caption #１ again), demon-bunny snowman, Faceplant, Lippy, and The Menace.
The Menace wins the best jump award in the "sledding" category, Faceplant wins best wipeout. As usual, warnings were issued to members of our group. Yes that "Riding out of bounds is prohibited" announcement that was made ONLY IN ENGLISH was specifically for you, sayaku gaijin.
Pyon-pyon launching her first successful jump, aaand she's hooked. Time to buy a helmet.
On Saturday it rained and strong winds kicked up, scaring away the faint of heart and fashion boarders. We perservered through the cold rain, sledded down impossibly steep and dangerous runs both feet first and Skeleton style (with Joe's board breaking away from its tether, ricocheting off a tree, and smashing the skis from under an oblivious resting victim- no injuries luckily), had epic snowball fights, and constructed a couple of jumps and a snowman while waiting for the runs to resume. Sunday was excellent as well. The snow turned to a viscous slush under the sunny skies, but this allowed us to practice jumping without fear of smashing into ice, namely the 180. It was a day of cutting through trees, jumping off cliffs and ledges, and riding every slope on the mountain. Ah, good times in Hiroshima.
