Nozawa Onsen Ski Trip Journa

In the village where snow falls silently, we regain our romantic imagination of winter. In this quietly snow-covered village, we rediscovered the romance of winter. First Arrival: Old Souls in the Snow Country Arrival: An Old Soul in the Snow Country Nozawa Onsen Village is not the kind of place that will amaze you at first sight, but it is the kind of village that will slowly take root in your heart. Nozawa Onsen isn’t a village that stuns you at first sight—it’s the kind that quietly takes root in your heart. After getting off the car, the moment I stepped into the thick snow, it felt like I had walked into a black-and-white Showa movie. The hot steam from the hot springs wafted along the cobblestone road, an old man was burning firewood in the wooden window, and the aroma of miso soup and grilled mochi wafted from the street corner. As I stepped into the thick snow, it felt like walking into an old Showa-era film. Steam rose from the onsens, elders fed firewood into stoves, and the scent of miso soup and grilled mochi lingered at every corner. Ski resort: slopes full of snow and laughter Ski Day: Slopes Woven with Snow and Laughter The snow in Nozawa is not only soft, but also has a sense of "maturity" and stability. It is not as flamboyant as the younger ski resorts, but it has the confidence of “knowing how great you are but not needing to prove it”. The snow here isn’t just soft—it’s wise. It doesn’t need to brag like newer resorts. It knows it’s legendary. We slid down from the top of the mountain, and the view opened to the sea of ​​clouds and the town with white roofs. Friends fell and laughed along the way, some insisted on practicing turning with the snowboard, while others were obsessed with taking pictures of the scenery on the beginner's road. From the summit, the town’s rooftops looked like sugar cubes scattered below the clouds. We tumbled, laughed, carved turns, and paused for way too many photos. Hot spring time: the most healing thing is not water, but silence Onsen Moments: The Real Healing is in the Silence In the evening, I took a bath in the Oyu. The wooden house was so quiet that the only sounds I could hear were the sound of water and falling snow. That evening, I soaked in Oyu, the village’s iconic wooden bathhouse. The silence was broken only by water and snowfall. The grandma beside me nodded and smiled. Although we didn't say a word, it seemed like we were quietly guarding this tenderness together. An elderly woman smiled quietly. We didn’t exchange words, but it felt like we were both guarding something gentle and timeless. Nozawa at night: A fairy tale of the snowy country lit up Nozawa at Night: A Lit-Up Snowy Fairytale At night we wandered around the village in wooden clogs, ate roasted dumplings, bought handmade straw sandals, and laughed and played on the snowy road dotted with lights. At night, we wandered in geta sandals, munching on grilled dango, buying handmade straw sandals, laughing like kids under fairy lights strung across snowy streets. Conclusion: Final Notes: Nozawa is a gentle adventure. It's not the kind of place that makes you wow, but when you leave, you will look back many times as you walk away. Nozawa is a gentle kind of adventure. Not the kind that blows your mind, but the kind you keep looking back at, even after you've left. #skiing #snow #hot spring