Mammoth Mountain holds a very special place in my heart. I spent my formative years learning to ski there, with numerous holiday weekends with my family at Warming Hut II. I remember poma lifts, cute ski instructors with feathered hair, and the excitement of finally learning how to make a stem Christie turn. It was a heady period for my 9-year-old self.
Years later, I met Nils there, right outside McCoy Station.
So, you could say that I owe Dave McCoy a huge thank you for so much. I told him as much years back when he signed my copy of Tracks of Passion, but I was reminded of this again today when I came across his blog, which is a blend of historical photos from the early years of Mammoth Mountain and more recent photos that he’s taken. Even if you’re not an Eastern Sierra nut like I am, it’s worth checking out.
It’s one more way for me to thank the man that has clearly had a large influence on the path I’ve taken.