Spirit of Silence

I was born deaf but, at a very young age, I could still pick up some low pitches. I remember sitting in front of the TV, before t...

With a bicycle loaded down with camping gear, I made my way down to Mt. Hakkoda (in Aomori) in search of the true colors of autum...

With a “See you in a few,” the sharp-eyed “boss” of our crew dived into the darkness of the sea. We had taken a breather from ...

Sitting inside the tent, we were in quite a pinch. We were starting to regret our decision to pitch the tent here, as it seem...

There are times when being deaf can lead to interesting discoveries. One of those instances occurred during a journey to a re...

Late last year I made my way to Canada for some telemark skiing, and I have just returned home to Japan. Before this trip my trav...

While our group was struggling to get down the bunny slope without falling, there was a skier who was kicking up rooster tail...

How do you define “trip memories?” For me, it’s the scenery and the food, strong winds in your face and the long hike up sun-scor...