Monday, September 15, 2014

August 30, 2014: Hyalite Peak

For the second weekend in a row, we awoke to rain and cool temperatures. Not your typical August in Bozeman, but at least the state is not on fire. After breakfast at the Stockyard Cafe (biscuits and gravy for me as usual, Katie branched out and had the huevos gringos), the skies had cleared somewhat and we decided to make an attempt at Hyalite Peak. We had both been to Hyalite Lake before and, although we had eyed the peak, had never summited.

The crap weather was a blessing in disguise as few people were out on the trail. The weather held until we got to the lake, when the rain recommenced. With the peak in sight, we pushed on. It rained harder, then stopped. Rejuvenated, we continued upward past a small herd of big horn sheep, up the switchbacks, and toward the peak in the clouds. The peak itself is nothing special, but it is the heart of the Gallatin range. The ridge line to the South divides the range in two; to the East is Paradise Valley and West is Gallatin Canyon. To the North, Hyalite Creek flows out of Hyalite Lake and into Hyalite Reservoir and then on into the Gallatin River. We signed the summit registry, snacked, and headed down.

During our descent, a thunderstorm rolled in and soaked us to the bone. We're now old hands at this sort of thing and had dry clothes and towels in the car. 14 miles round trip.

Katie on the switchbacks approaching the summit.

The legend of the ballad of Quest

Quest (aka Questy Boy aka Grey Lightning) was born, this much we know for sure. Now he lives with us.

Quest enjoys hugs...

...and snuggling.

Ridiculously photogenic cat, i.e. his "I just had smoked chicken" face. 

I asked Quest what he thought about the Yankees.

I can has IPA?

Helping plan a trip. We had no idea he was into geography.

Stealth ninja cat.

 Hipster bike messenger cat.

I swear he just does this, he's not passed out drunk. 

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Japan, Pt. 3: Sapporo and Tokyo

After six days of skiing in Niseko, we returned to Sapporo for 2.5 days. We took advantage of an 8-hour layover at Narita Airport to spend a few hours in Tokyo.

Sapporo


Sapporo is the largest city on the island of Hokkaido, and the fourth largest city in Japan. It was founded in 1868 and so is a fairly new city. Despite being a city of nearly 2 million people as well as hosting the 1972 Winter Olympics, there is very little to actually do in Sapporo as a tourist. We came to refer to our primary activity as "being in Japan". It was refreshing to be in a city and simply experience it for what it was, rather than be catered to as an outsider.

We pretty much killed all the actual touristy things to do in the first day. We saw the old clock tower, which is one of the least interesting historical buildings I've ever seen. It's a grey wooden colonial thing that looks it was stolen from somewhere in New England and dropped in the middle of downtown. There's a clock on it. Sorry no pictures.

 We went to the Sapporo beer museum, which is pretty much the main attraction in the city.

The highlight of the museum was the delightfully deranged dioramas of the brewing process. I believe this one describes how beer is put into bottles. Way more fun than a brewery tour.

Being in Japan.

We had a drink at the Sky J bar in the JR Sapporo tower at sunset.

That's a Godfather (scotch and amaretto, pretty tasty).

This is the Hokkaido Museum of Modern Art. It was entirely filled with simple, traditional pottery. The lobby was cool though.

So that was Sapporo. We spent a bunch of time wandering around. This became more fun when we discovered the massive system of underground walkways that connect the main parts of the city (remember, this was in February). 

Tokyo


We almost didn't go to Tokyo because the train tickets are so damn expensive, but then we came to our senses. When you have the chance to visit to Tokyo, you take it, even if you only have eight hours. 


After an early flight, we caught the Narita Express, one of many trains that takes you on an hour ride from the Narita Airport to Tokyo. The train/subway map that we were given with our tickets looked like a plate of spaghetti. Surprisingly, we started off outside of Tokyo's massive metropolitan area, traveling through fields and bamboo grooves, but soon it felt like a city, and eventually became insanely dense. Train announcements were in four languages (English, Japanese, some Chinese dialect - presumably Mandarin, and Korean).


We opted to visit the famous Shibuya Crossing, supposedly the world's busiest intersection. Here it is on a weekday morning.

Venturing into the side streets of the Shibuya district, trying to find lunch.

Amazingly, we found somewhere quiet in this city of 30 million people. After but a few hours, we took a return train, re-entered the terminal, and boarded the 12 hour flight back home.

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Winter may be over soon...

In late April, it was looking like spring had arrived. Blue skies and corn snow, a perfect day for a trip up Bradley Meadows while the mountains are still fat.

Can you believe the ski area is closed?

At the beginning of the month, we broke out the bikes and rode up to Hyalite Reservoir. The road closes to vehicle traffic for a month starting in mid-April. It was 70 degrees in town that day, but still winter at 7000 ft.

And then things got out of hand, it won't stop raining in town and it won't stop snowing in the mountains. 

Katie seems okay with it.

Works for me, too.







Sunday, May 4, 2014

Japan, Pt.2: The food and the culture

The Culture

The first thing I think of when I think about how Japanese culture is different from American culture is that the Japanese can load an airplane like nobody's business. (I suppose this tells you about the kind of person I am as well.) Seriously though, it was impressive that they could start boarding a 737 (roughly 150 passengers) 15 minutes before take off and have everybody loaded and seated with time to spare. So yes, the Japanese are efficient, but there's something else as well. I'd like to think it's a sort of awareness of the impact of one's actions on the people nearby.

The biggest cultural difference was obviously the language. I can get by reasonably well in the Romance languages French, Italian and Spanish. They use our alphabet, have similar grammar, syntax and, obviously, etymology. Oh yeah, and they use the same alphabet, too. Japanese, of course, does none of this. To make it more confusing, Japanese actually uses three "alphabets" plus the occasional use of Roman characters. All four can be found on this sign:

Mercifully, many signs, especially those in major cities, were displayed in both Japanese and Roman characters. Getting around a ski area in another language wouldn't have been a big deal, but taking a train into Tokyo would have been.

Of course, mis-translations and misspellings were rampant.  This is a good place to point out that Japanese does not use articles (the, a/an).

In addition, many, many people spoke at least some level of English, which made it possible to get by on the most basic language skills: "ohayo gozaimasu","arigato", "birru". Even places that were not touristy, we found people that spoke English, sometimes quite well.

Japanese culture was also very interesting in that they have been able to incorporate so much Western culture, while maintaining their inherent Japanese-ness. This is in stark contrast to, say, the French and even more so the Quebecois, who both actively work to distance themselves from American ways. Perhaps it is because Japan and America are so different that they can appropriate our culture without feeling overrun?

As an example, some hotels offered both Western rooms (with beds) and traditional Japanese rooms (with floor mats). We stayed in Western style rooms exclusively and they all had a funky console on the bed that controlled the alarm clock and room lights. This one even had a radio.

Slippers. Always slippers. Often too small for my feet.

 Tiny cars. This was the smallest we saw. It was practically a go-cart.

Hot rooms. Hokkaido is pretty cold, and all our hotel rooms were hot. I spent about a half hour wrangling with this beast to turn our heat down to 19 degrees Celsius (66 degrees Fahrenheit). It had been set to 25 degrees. 

Many places would have vending machines, rather then a person to take your order. You put in your money and get a ticket for the item or items you want, and then present the ticket to the person at teh counter who would prepare your item. The one pictured here let you buy ice cream at the Milk Kobo in Niseko.

A couple of our hotels gave us robes in addition to slippers. Katie is getting ready to head down to the onsen (mineral hot springs) at the Green Leaf Hotel in Niseko.

The Japanese have embraced coffee culture to the point that you can get a cup of coffee pretty much anywhere, including from vending machines (both hot and cold). Sometimes though, it is expensive. This cup was 500 yen (about 5 dollars).


The Food (and the Drink)

Japanese food is far more than sushi. On Hokkaido, especially, they eat a lot of ramen. It's not the cheap stuff, but real soup made from real ingredients. The traditional ramen of Hokkaido features a miso-based broth and it's pretty funky. Fortunately, there were other styles as well.

In addition to ramen, there's soba noodles made from buckwheat, which can be served both hot (in broth) or cold (alone on a plate). We finally found some excellent soba noodles in Tokyo. Oddly enough, the place was one of the most traditional places that we encountered and it was located in Tokyo's ultra-modern and chic Shibuya district. This was the only place that we went that didn't at least have a picture menu. Did the owner speak flawless English? Of course, she did.

In Sapporo, they love their jingisukan, which is grilled lamb and literally translates as "Genghis Khan". According to Wikipedia, it is so named because it was thought to be the preferred dish of Mongolian soldiers. According to our guidebook, the notion of eating massive quantities of grilled lamb was thought to be so outrageous that the Japanese named it after the most outrageous person they could think of and who better to choose than the man who built an empire that stretched from the Pacific Ocean to the Caspian Sea. Whatever the reason, this portion of his legacy is delicious. 

The cold ocean waters around Hokkaido are renowned for the crustaceans they produce. These things cost $150! I should also note that I ate crab legs for the very first time and they were tasty. I'm sure it helps that they were fresh -- boiled, then chilled and dunked in some kind of vinegar-based sauce.

Yes, we ate sushi. Yes, it was delicious. In Sapporo, they keep it pretty simple -- lots of sashimi and nigiri, and some pretty basic rolls.


The conveyer belt sushi restaurants are typically lower end establishments, but this one was not. Located inside a department store (which was more like a mall), it was run by the chef of a well-known sushi restaurant. We showed up for a late lunch and had to wait for a solid 20 minutes.

Maybe just one more?

 One of the best meals we had in Japan was at Restaurant Yo! in Hirafu. Fixed menu, 8 courses. Katie had the seafood course and I had the beef shabu shabu course. Beef shabu shabu is very thinly sliced beef boiled in broth along with traditional Japanese vegetables.

Katie's seafood salad.

Sashimi plate.

Why are you making me wait to eat this?

Shabu shabu broth, simmering at the table.

Shabu shabu waiting to be cooked.

Well, that was delicious. How about something to wash it down? We're on Hokkaido so how about some:

Sapporo classic is only sold on Hokkaido and it was my favorite of the three Sapporo beers. Yes, I did try them all.

I'd like to conclude this post by telling you about the greatest bar in the world: Bar Gyu+ in Hirafu. This is the entrance, no sign, just a tiny refrigerator door covered in stickers.

Inside. Little tables, warm lighting, jazz deep cuts hand-picked by their DJ and killer drinks.

Katie's Yuzu White beer. Japanese microbrews were hard to come by. Yuzu, by the way, is a Japanese citrus fruit. Katie's second drink was a very excellent Calvados sidecar (Calvados is a French apple brandy - sidecars typically call for Cognac.) 

Mars Shinshu Spanish Oak Single Cask. 12 yrs. Tasty! My second drink was a homemade, barrel-aged plum whiskey. Tasty again.