Snowball Fight

I went snowboarding on Winter Park’s closing day.  It was a warm sunny day.  During lunch I sat outside the restaurant at the top of the mountain.  There are lounge patio type chairs out in the snow just outside the restaurant.  Most of them were full and all facing the short path from the top of the ski lift to where the ski run starts.  It was a rowdy crowd and almost all the chairs were full, but we managed to find a couple of chairs.  Some people are dressed up in silly costumes, some are stripped down to just a t shirt because it’s so warm.  All are fortified with snowballs.  So, after I see what is going on, I start making some snowballs because I feel that is my obligation based on where I am sitting.  There are about 30 people lounging and anyone that tries to ski by is at risk of a one-sided snowball fight.  I quickly learn that I’m not very good at throwing snowballs at moving targets, not a surprising discovery.  Of course, the three girls skiing in their bikinis get quite a large number of snowballs.  The ski patrol guy thought he should be exempt, but he wasn’t.  Women and children were not safe in this war.  Costumes got more snow fire.  People that tried to escape did not.  People that mooned us or egged us on got pummeled.  Some people figured out what was going on as they were coming up the lift or because they had run the gauntlet before.  They came with a snowball or two for us.  In times of little to no traffic the loungers turned to friendly fire.  But the ones that got the most snow fire were the ones who decided to leave the lounge chairs and take a run.  I think I hung out there for 2 hours before I took off.  My arm hurt the next day from throwing so many snowballs.

Cat Hats

Japanese seem to love cats.  We went to a cat café which you paid to have coffee or tea and sit in a room full of cats that are so not interested in you.  In the stores you can buy cat hats.  There are all sorts of different ones you can buy.  I found many “gumball” machines with cat hats in them.  They are like our old gumball machines, but instead of getting candy or a toy, you can get a cat hat.  So, I bought one for my friends that I often stay with in Denver.  As you have already guessed, cats don’t like hats.  But, I assume most people like cats in hats.  No cats were harmed with the making of this blog, embarrassed, maybe.

Light Museum

I don’t know where I saw this advertised, but I saw an advertisement for the teamLabs Borderless exhibit in Tokyo before I left Colorado.  It is art created through light coordinated with sound and movement.  It looked interesting so we got tickets to go see it.  It ended up being more than interesting and was nothing short of pure magic.  I can’t say enough about it.  I’m not even sure I can come close to explaining how wonderful it was.  If you ever have the chance to see an exhibit by teamLabs, go!

It was a very popular art installation as the line to see it was out the door and around the corner.  It took a long time to get in, but it was so worth the wait. You are lost the second you enter the exhibit.  We were given a map so I knew what some of the areas were, but you couldn’t possibly follow the map once you are inside.  There were flowers made of lights spinning and moving along the walls ceiling and floor to the point that you really couldn’t tell where the walls ceiling and floor were.  There were elephants, giraffes and other creatures made of flowers walking through the hallways.  There were many little rooms with other things in them, but the flowers and animals still wandered in and out of these rooms.

A quote from their website:  “People understand and recognize the world through their bodies, moving freely and forming connections and relationships with others. As a consequence, the body has its own sense of time. In the mind, the boundaries between different thoughts are ambiguous, causing them to influence and sometimes intermingle with each other.  teamLab Borderless is a group of artworks that form one borderless world. Artworks move out of the rooms freely, form connections and relationships with people, communicate with other works, influence and sometimes intermingle with each other, and have the same concept of time as the human body.  People lose themselves in the artwork world. The borderless works transform according to the presence of people, and as we immerse and meld ourselves into this unified world, we explore a continuity among people, as well as a new relationship that transcends the boundaries between people and the world”.

There was one room where if you stood still, butterflies were created on you.  They started on your chest and back and moved to your feet and then flew out into the room and then fluttered out into the hallway and continued on to cover all reaches of the exhibit.  As long as people stood in this room, butterflies were created.  I had read that they continue to fly until someone touches them and then they cease to exist.

There was a room with a floor that raised up, covered in rocks made of light up to a beautiful waterfall in the corner.  You could walk up the rocks and sit on top of them with water made of light falling all around you and flowing out to the other corner of the room.

Another room was filled with lanterns that when you stood next to one, it lit brightly of a specific color.  Then the next closest two lights would light up with the same color and the next closest two to those until the pattern worked it’s way back to the original lamp.  The lamps were arranged in such a way that the line of light would always come back to the original lamp.  With a room full of people and different colors, mirrors on the floor, ceiling and walls it was impossible to follow the wave of lights you created, but it was mesmerizing.

There was a room that was called nest where you were supposed to lay on your back suspended in a nest while lights swirled around you.  We never made it to this one because of the long line to get in the room, but it sounded magical.

My favorite room was one where we entered the back of the room.  There were a bunch of vertical bars with round discs on them.  The discs were above our heads and light was being projected on them, but you couldn’t quite tell what the light was doing.  As we walked farther in the room, we walked upward and watched as the discs came more in line with our shoulders and then our hips.  At this point, it was a sea of color moving and swirling on the discs.  It went from walking through a field of waving reeds or plants to cascading colors and rivers of movement all around you as if you were standing in the field or the surf or the galaxy of color.  You slowly walked through, making your own path through the discs on poles until you were at the other side of the room where the exit was.  It was so unexpected that I loved it.  The room was called memory of topography.  That alone would have been worth the price of admission.

There was a room with led light strips hanging from floor to ceiling.  It looked like there was no rhyme or reason to it and that the whole room was full of these light strips.  They danced and moved to music, changing colors.  After a little bit, you could see pathways through the lights.  You walked through the pathways into other rooms.  Patterns would appear in the lights, they would light up like lightning and then go dark.  It was difficult to tell which way was up, where lights started and ended and they seemed to go on forever.  It was the very definition of magic.  This room was called Crystal World.

Ok wait, the tea house was my favorite room in the exhibit.  This was the only thing you had to pay for in the exhibit.  The description sounded interesting so we went in and bought tea.  We were taken to a very dimly lit waiting room until it was our turn.  After about 3 or 4 minutes we were taken to a very dark bar.  The bar was big and wide and could hold about 12 – 18 people.  Our waiter came out and brought us tea.  As the tea sat on the bar, a flower started to form in the tea.  The flower grew as long as the tea cup sat still on the bar.  Then when you picked it up to sip it, it broke into many flowers and scattered across the top of the bar.  Once freed from the cup, the flowers flowed out across the bar and floated up the wall when they reached it or continued on to the bar next to ours.  As long as there was tea in the cup, flowers formed and grew and broke apart to float around the room.  A guy sat next to us.  He had ordered ice cream.  As long as there was ice cream in his cup, vines grew out of his cup and wandered around the bar.  I wish I had paid more attention to the menu as I might have ordered more than one thing.  I didn’t want to ever leave, but as slow as I drank my tea, it was eventually gone and the bar turned dark again.

Here are a couple of photos and a lot of videos:

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Shinkansen

To get to Bessho Onsen we had to take a bullet train from Tokyo to Ueda.  So, to get back to Tokyo we took it again.  We got to the station early and had to wait around for a while.  A couple bullet trains came in and left during the time we were there.  They would slow way down before getting to the station and roll in at a respectable velocity.  Or they would slow down and stop.  When they left, it was fun to see how quickly they sped up even though they were long out of sight before they reached maximum velocity.  I saw one coming in and in a split second realized it wasn’t slowing down.  I could feel the energy as it approached and went by like a physical wave.  I felt like it would knock me over, but it didn’t.  It felt like my heart might implode from the energy wave it brought with it.  I instantly wanted to run, but was rooted where I stood.  I screamed involuntarily, but I doubt anyone heard me.  It was one of the coolest and scariest (at the same time) things I’ve ever witnessed.  I couldn’t see anything as it was just a blur of silver.  I thought, I should video this, but I was afraid my phone would just be ripped from my hands.  Plus, I couldn’t get to my phone because I couldn’t take my eyes off it.  In a few seconds it was gone.  I was shaking all over unable to move, my heart was racing and physically, I felt terrified.  I couldn’t even speak.  Sorry no photos or videos.  I promise, if I go back, I’ll be prepared.

Forest Plastic

While in Japan, we did a few short hikes that took us into the forest.  We saw what looked like logs covered in plastic or tarps.  We tried to figure out what these might be.  Did they cut down trees for firewood and the plastic was to keep them dry?  Maybe, but why would they be no where near a building that required firewood?  Did they cut them down for some purpose and then put plastic over them to claim them so no one else took them before they could come back for them?  Plausible, but not a solid answer.  Is this where plastic grows?  Ok, that’s not a real answer.  Was it actually bags of trash and it looked like logs covered in plastic?  Sad, but slightly more plausible than the other ideas.  We saw some logs piled up at the retreat center after we got there.  They were not covered in plastic.  One day someone asked me if I knew what the log piles were for.  I didn’t.  They have mushroom spores on them and at some point, when it is determined they are ready, they will cover them with plastic to help keep it dark and moist and create the right conditions for the mushrooms to grow.  That answer never crossed my mind.  When I did some research on line about the log and plastic method of growing mushrooms, this came up as a great way to grow shiitake mushrooms.  One article said there are about 160,000 shiitake mushroom growers in Japan.  I also read an article where you can buy a log covered in mushroom plugs and start your own shiitake farm in your backyard.

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