The Mountains are Calling
And you must go.
Mammoth is one of my favorite places to visit in California. Usually, I pack my little car and make the drive through the high desert (which isn't bad at all) and stay at a motel or thrifty AirBnB. But this trip, since it is our last big trip before we get our puppy in April, was a bit more luxurious than my usual snowboarding trip.
We hopped on a 50 minute flight from LAX to Mammoth Yosemite Airport on Alaska Airlines and shuttled straight into Main Lodge where we spent our first night at Mammoth Lodge Inn.
The next day, we walked straight onto the lifts from the inn and spent a glorious (but freezing) day on the powdery slopes. The wind-chill was almost unbearable, but the runs were long, bouncy, and smooth. With our newly waxed boards and fresh legs, we floated down endless runs.
We checked into The Westin at Monache for the next two nights right in the village. This has been a dream for us to stay here. With all of the points that Michael accumulated from work travel, we were able to stay for just the resort fees. It was an incredible treat and it made the trip completely different than what we're used to. The resort is beautiful and the staff even more so. The hospitality in Mammoth is what makes this mountain getaway feel like a town and not a commercial resort.
Now we're sitting in a tiny waiting room just beyond a two-person TSA check area waiting for our propeller plane to fly us back to LA.
CNN is blaring on the TV - but my earbuds are securely fastened and playing soft Christmas music. Just for a moment, I'd like to delay going back to the rush of LAX and gush in how awesome this trip has been.