After a lengthy delay thanks to my 1.5 year old Dell laptop refusing to boot, I am back with posts to provide you with visual and textual delight. That's TEXTual delight you sick freaks.
The past 2.5 weeks saw me in Mammoth Lakes, Los Angeles, Nashville, LA again and now back in Ann Arbor. Throw in two take home finals during that time too and I was somewhat busy. Only somewhat though. I'm a 2nd year MBA. We're in coast mode.
Anyways, after an uneventful trip back to LA, my first weekend was spent in beautiful Mammoth Lakes, CA. Our friends booked a wonderful cabin about 10 minutes from the slopes. 4 bedrooms, 3 bath with an outdoor hot tub. The place was ridiculous. The only thing it lacked was heat. More about that later.
The dining room area, which we actually used to eat dinner. Aren't we civilized?
The living room. I'd say the decor could be characterized as cabin-chic? Or rustic luxury? I should write for Log Cabins and Mountain Homes Magazine.
Where the magic doesn't happen.
When we first arrived on Friday night, the first order of business was to turn the heat on so that the cabin could be warmed up. With the introduction of centralized heating, this would've been an easy task. Flip the switch and Voila! heat. Unfortunately, the Voila resulted in just cold blasts of air. Numerous calls and emails to the owner went unanswered so we resorted to warming ourselves up the old fashioned way. Fire. Lots of it. Needless to say, this only warmed up the living room area so the bedrooms were mini refrigerators. The maintenance people came to fix the furnace on Saturday so it was fine afterwards but it was a fun way to start the trip.
In any case, on Friday night we gave up on trying to warm ourselves up and headed to dinner with some friends who were also in town.
We figured we'd keep with the fire motif and order some flambe for dessert.
So Saturday on the slopes was a bit rough. Snow and wind limited visibility and it was pretty damn cold. I didn't even bother taking pictures because my concentration was on staying warm and not getting frostbite. How I stay alive in Michigan I have no idea.
Sunday was a different story. Blue skies and minimal wind. A truly epic day of snowboarding. As the cool kids say it, it was a day to shred the gnar.
Looking up from Eagle Express.
Check out how much snow there is. The eagle is NOT life sized.
The SO in full gear. I definitely need a helmet for next year. I've concussed myself at least twice while snowboarding and I don't think I have many brain cells left.
Wide open runs. It's what I love about Mammoth. The mountain is so damn big that it distributes everyone to a point where you're not slamming into people left and right. Allows me to catch an edge and eat it at my own leisure. SHRED THE GNAR!!! I don't even know what that means.
After a day of snowboarding I treated myself to some glorious Bud Light. Not to be mistaken with urine although it looks similar and *supposedly* tastes similar. I don't get it when people announce that things taste like piss or crap. Have they eaten/drank it before and thus can use the experience as a worthy barometer to the beverage/food? Why would they admit such thing? I know it's not literal but at some point someone has to wonder why that phrase even originated.
They had flags. Lots of flags. Colorful flags.
The Mammoth Mountain mascot. As you probably guessed, it's a mammoth.
Well that was post 1 after my long break. I agree that it was definitely not a very funny or witty post. Hopefully, the next one lives up to your expectations. My suggestion is that you don't expect much and imagine a trained monkey bashing keys together to magically come up with words and sentences.
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