📍Hokkaido, Japan

Growing up as a skier on 300ft hill, powder days were a rare commodity for me. I dreamed of skiing no where else more than Japan. A place where cold air blows from Siberia, picks up moisture as it crosses the sea, and then unleashes once it hits the mountains. This results in what many call the best and deepest powder on Earth. And after many years of dreaming about it, I finally got to experience the legendary Japow for myself this winter.