Eight Degrees Below Zero

My daughter asked me if we could go snowboarding. So we went to the Snow Park in Mt. Rokko. In the early morning, we rode on a cable car at the station to the top of the mountain. It was clear and chilly day. While we were waiting for the bus to arrive, bound for the ski resort, the thermometer showed -8 degrees Celsius. Oh, my goodness. It’s been 30 years since I’ve experience such a frozen place. After that day, we saw the Pyeongchang Winter Olympic Games. Over there, everyone complained about the climate. We were able to  understand their complaints because we had already experienced the coldness.