This does not do Mammoth justice, but gives you and idea how beautiful it is
We gonna go full ‘tard on they tuchus, Torn Slatterns and Nugget Ranchers
The cell phone
is 40-years-old. Thank god for the cell phone or I wouldn’t be able to go to
the grocery store and hear some idiot yell; “So I should get fat-free or
non-fat milk?”
NBC has given
the “Tonight Show” to a younger host, but Leno’s ratings are still #1. Hey, I
got an idea, how about if they give Jay an NBC show at 10? Wait, why does that
sound familiar?
President Barack
Obama called the California Attorney General, Kamala Harris, the best looking
attorney general. Then he had to apologize for calling her the best looking
attorney general. Then he had to apologize to the 49 other attorney generals
for not calling them the best looking. Then he had to apologize for calling
them good looking.
Since you asked:
What an amazing
trip to Mammoth. Trip started with much trepidation on my part. Got my car
tuned up and was informed the air bags did not work. So I decided to rent a
Ford Explorer.
Great idea.
But then I was
still facing the daunting concept of driving 400 miles and back with a
7-month-old puppy and a grumpy 14-year-old. (AC’s friend Onnie was going to go
with us, but had to cancel and A.C, was not happy)
So how did a six
–and-a-half hour-each-way road trip with a puppy and a teen girl go? (Knock on
wood three times) It was a blast. Wally was a dream road-dog. Ann Caroline was
in a great mood (AC is in a good mood 98% of the time) and loved the drive.
Mammoth is so
beautiful and so amazing. Just tear-inducing gorgeous and majestic. We got so
lucky and had a six-inch snowfall on Sunday night, and Monday was almost ideal.
It was bright sunshine, but cold and windy and still really icy in places which
is awful on a snowboard.
Me? I fell on
the rock-hard ice the first three times I came off the lift. New board, new
bindings, high cold winds and ice are too much to deal with at once. But after
that, I rallied. Turned really well – in fact, the best I have ever turned on
groomed runs.
After my third
straight slam on the ice falling off the lift, I had an existential crisis.
Imagine ice-skating and getting a fast head of steam going only to trip and
slam face first. Same thing. If I hadn’t had a helmet, I would have been
concussed, Gwen Stefani. (No Doubt)
So after the
third hard fall off the chair on ice, I limp over to a bench for snowboarders
to sit and strap my back foot in. The cold wind is howling. My gloves are now
soaked from being the snow after a bunch of falls. Had to take off my soaked
gloves to manage the cinching of the binding straps and my hands hurt like
hell. My feet were cold and my ribs ached from the falls.
No lie, if I was
a ten-year-old child, I would have been sobbing. Then I hear someone yell:
“Hey, UCSB, when
did you graduate?”
A guy on a snowboard comes up and yells after seeing my Navy blue winter jacket with UCSB in yellow/gold on the back.
A guy on a snowboard comes up and yells after seeing my Navy blue winter jacket with UCSB in yellow/gold on the back.
“’81. I’m old.”
And I was not lying, I was feeling every day of 54 at that moment.
“Awesome,” he
says as he deftly straps his back foot in the rear binding. He stands up and
says;
“I graduated in
‘73. Love that place. See you.”
And then he
takes off at a 100 mph carving beautiful turns and is out of sight in a few
seconds.”
He was my
guardian 62-year-old Gaucho angel. At that instant I stopped feeling sorry for
myself, strapped in and really started carving some nice turns on the groomed
part of the runs.
The rest of the
trip, as long as I had my UCSB jacket on, I ran into my beloved alums
everywhere I went in Mammoth.
At the end of
the day had a couple Mai Tais at the bottom and I was in UCSB alum heaven.
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