“Going to the mountains is going home”. This John Muir quote was posted on a sign for departing visitors of Mammoth and as we drove past it – leaving behind an incredible weekend of reconnecting with friends and nature – I smiled and thanked Mr. Muir for the reminder. The mountains have never felt more like home than they do right now and I’m really relishing the opportunity to enjoy them while we’re in LA. For Christmas they were just one and a half hours away and for this long weekend, it was six. One day I want to actually live in the mountains, but for now our current proximity is just right to satisfy my nature longings.
It’s been a very dry winter so there was hardly any snow in the area and the snow on the slopes was mostly man-made. Not perfect for avid skiers but perfect for me as a newbie. I had only snowboarded four times prior to trying skiing on Saturday and since I never quite got into having my feet strapped into one single unit while facing sideways, I figured that skiing was worth trying. Joe, being the pro that he is, spent the day with me playing instructor and after only four runs (with breaks in between because my legs were giving in!) I think I’m on a good track. I have some balance and speed issues to deal with but at least the giant tennis ball size bruise on my left hip proves that I tried.
When we weren’t on the slopes we relaxed at the condo/cabin. There were ten of us so it was perfect for playing a variety of card games, one of which was totally new for me: Cards Against Humanity. Have you ever played that? It’s pretty awful/hilarious. You really need to be in comfortable company for it, and that we were.
On day two we took a break from the bindings to watch the US Snowboarding Grand Prix for the Olympics. There’s nothing like watching pros to make you realize how much of a beginner you are…it all would have been so simple had I learned when I was five like all the other kids doing the “pizza” stance with me…
Luckily the rest of the day included a hike around Convict Lake, something that I felt very comfortable doing on my feet. It was beautiful and just the right time of day to watch the light change on the lake and surrounding formations. I say formations because every side looked different from the other – one with pine trees, one with jagged rock walls, and the other like an uphill prairie. We took our time making the loop, oooing and awwing with every turn that we made. Unfortunately on the last leg there were multiple stretches where the trail was covered in ice, and I slipped and fell on my right hip. Had to balance out the bruise from the previous day, right?! It was worth it though, to get that time in nature with friends, to be out breathing the fresh air, and to simply be surrounded by something so majestic.
Can’t wait to go ‘home’ again.