It is one of the best mountain views I have ever seen in my life, six years living at the foothills of the Rocky Mountains included. In the hour spent up there, I really reacquainted myself with that part of my soul. This probably explains in great part the human drive to the mountains, woods, jungles, and water bodies of the world. Alas, the natural soul is a fragile existence, and soon enough I skied down the trail that leads from the ski area to the campground, and we broke camp and headed back to various places around Japan. Soon enough my typical existence unfolded, and it was back to life as usual.
Life is a variety of levels of existence, and the time and place for the usual one had returned.
The most indelible memory of my time in Japan is that view from the top of the ridge looking all over Yamagata Prefecture, and its incredible mountain-dotted geography.