This weekend, I decided last minute to join my parents on their trip to Mammoth. Evan was out of town in Washington, DC, and I didn’t have much planned, so Friday afternoon, I packed a back and my parents came to pick me up.
The drive was particularly long. My dad put on a 3-hour “Climate War” radio program. There was a huge backup on the 405 and the 5 — it took us two hours to reach the 14 from my place when it usually takes closer to 30 minutes. And once we were done listing about how the world will devolve into utter anarchy and nuclear winter, the remainder of the drive was filled with a mix of Peter Paul and Mary, Bette Middler and driving 40 miles through a snow storm with chains on.
Well, to pass the time and document the experience, I was on Twitter. Some of the highlights:
Oh man, The Rose is on. Don’t want to admit it but I’m compelled to sing along “some say love…”
Apparently iphone predictive text doesn’t want to hear kum ba ya either. Its first option: kim bad ya
“Five hundred miles, five hundred miles…” now this song is speaking to me
Now this song is baffling: “Stewball was a racehorse… He never drank water, he only drank wine”!?
Goodnight Irene? How’d this make it on? Seems random. Do think they’re telling us to hurry up, get there and get to bed.
So much snow coming at us we’ve got a warp speed effect going on. Ridiculous speed!
We finally arrived after about 8 hours — it normally takes 5. There were many more updates, but you can visit Twitter to read the rest. Sorry about the spelling — I learned that the iPhone predictive text changes things without me realizing a lot, and I’m also apparently sloppy about checking my updates on my phone.
Saturday we went skiing/snowboarding, though the top of the mountain was entirely in a cloud. We only did one run up top before deciding it was too stressful to navigate the white-out, so we spent the rest of the day on the lower half of the mountain, enjoying the deep, new snow. We didn’t stay out too long because it started getting windy and the snow hitting our faces was getting painful, so we headed back in, climbing back up to the condo behind the Austriahof — always a fun little adventure at the end of the day.
That night we went to Nevados for a delicious dinner. The bread was nice and hot, I got a yummy pasta and vegetable dish, and we shared a deconstructed tiramisu in a chocolate cup for dessert. That was the best part. I couldn’t even snap a picture before my dad had started taking it apart.
Today was sunnier, but a lot windier. I didn’t head up to the mountain, and my parents only stayed out for a couple of hours in the morning. Thankfully, the drive home was a lot easier than the drive up, and it only took 5 hours to get back to my place.
I didn’t mean for this to become the all Mammoth all the time blog, but be warned: I’m heading up next weekend, too. I’ll try to post about some other things, too. I promise.