Thursday, October 30, 2014

Stopping by the woods on a snowy evening in Hokkaido. And a poem by Robert Frost.


Earlier this week, in Hokkaido living a Travelife, we drove to a lovely lake in the middle of nowhere with a luxury Japanese inn by the edge of it.

We were in Hokkaido for a hot spring and foodie holiday, and I'd chosen this inn because it's supposed to be very beautiful and the food is excellent.

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LIKE AT FIRST SIGHT

The Travel Companion and I were not disappointed at all by this inn I had chosen.

It was simple but stylish in a very contemporary way. We liked it at first sight, with its interesting art work and decor.

We also had a very nice hot spring pool on the terrace with a view of the mountains and the forests. 




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STROLLING BY THE LAKE
ON A SNOWY EVENING

So just before a very big dinner of delicious Hokkaido specialties, we decided to take a stroll at sunset by the edge of the lake.



Hokkaido is about the same latitude as Europe so it's very cold, and at least 10 degrees colder than Tokyo. Fortunately we were well prepared for the cold, so we headed out into the forest and walked down to the lake.

How beautiful and peaceful it was to be amidst all this nature, especially as there was no one else around.


AUTUMN IN HOKKAIDO

We saw snow on the nearby mountains, and some of the trees were dramatically lit up to showcase their flaming autumn colours.

And then, as we walked around the lake, towards a footbridge at one end, it began to snow ever so lightly, making everything so pretty, and reminding me of a poem by Robert Frost.



Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening 

Whose woods these are I think I know. 
His house is in the village though; 
He will not see me stopping here 
To watch his woods fill up with snow. 

My little horse must think it queer 
To stop without a farmhouse near 
Between the woods and frozen lake 
The darkest evening of the year. 

He gives his harness bells a shake 
To ask if there is some mistake. 
The only other sound’s the sweep 
Of easy wind and downy flake. 

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep, 
And miles to go before I sleep, 
And miles to go before I sleep.

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