It was only Monday last I looked. How did it become mid-September already?
The wind from our Labor Day trip to Mammoth must have pushed the time by all the quicker. It’s quite versatile, that wind. Not only did it exfoliate my face with the help of the pumice that’s native to Mammoth, but it kept thing exciting at our hotel, the Tamarack Lodge, by rattling windows and trees and gusting to ridiculous speeds (I heard 95 mph on the local weather).
Despite the unusual weather, it was refreshing to get out of Dodge for a weekend and enjoy some cooler temps, different scenery and see old friends. N had spent Saturday morning doing maintenance on the Ski Club Lodge (a keeping it real quonset hut perched on some prime Mammoth real estate), so we stole a few hours in the afternoon to do a short hike. That meant Mammoth frontcountry, which is polluted with people, many of whom have no clue about hiking etiquette. N had words with some retards who insisted on cutting the trail, and the idiots acted contrite but continued to do so until he caught up with them again. However, there was a lake within short distance which meant the dog could swim, so we suffered stupidity for her needs.
She amused the various groups of Japanese tourists (there were many) who weren’t familiar with a dog prancing with a log.
Most people just hike to and from the lake, but we continued another half hour up the trail to the Mammoth Crest, which is well worth it for the views.
The best part of the hike was the descent – it took only 20 minutes to descend what took an hour to climb, and got us back to the Tamarack Lodge in time for cocktail hour.