When I was growing up, I thought there was no man on earth who loved to talk skiing as much as my dad. As it turns out, I was wrong. He has met his match with Neal. I don't think I've ever seen Neal so excited about anything and when he and Dad get on the subject (which is all the time) it's like watching teenage boys talk about their brand new Ferraris. It's so fun watching him fall in love with this sport. I have a feeling he'll be outskiing me in no time.
Since life seems to revolve so much around skiing these days, we could think of no better place to spend President's Day weekend than Mammoth. They had record snow fall this season and although we knew it would be freezing, we set out for an adventure and more snow than either of us had seen in a loooong time.
Leaving at 6:30 pm for the 5-hour drive was no joke. We drove
in pouring rain the first two hours, and then had to stop in
Bishop (25 miles outside of Mammoth) to put on our snow
chains at midnight. It's a good thing there were a hundred
other people there doing the same thing. There's nothing like
a snow chain party in the middle of the night.
By the time we rolled into our hotel (around 1:30 am)
all we saw was white everywhere.
And in the morning......brrrr.
Sunshine can be deceiving. It was so cold that I could only
muster up enough courage to take my gloves off once for
a photo. By the time we got off the slopes at 4 it was 12 degrees.
We headed straight for the lodge to thaw out and reenergize.
For three mornings we ate breakfast at the same place -
the restaurant at our hotel. They had live music, a warm
cozy fireplace, delicious food and half price on their entire
menu for the month of February. Can't beat it.
We stayed at an apparently infamous hotel in Mammoth -
the Sierra Nevada Lodge. Back in the day, it attracted the company
of people like John Wayne, Jerry Lewis and the "rat pack."
A good find indeed.