Trip to Mammoth
December 30, 2009 at 4:53 PM Yesterday I got home from a spur of the moment 24 hour trip to Mammoth Mountain. It took 6 hours to get there and it was pretty boring. Zach and I argued about religion, the demise of humanity and World War 2: are favorite topics. When we got there we checked in and then drove around. Mammoth is a small town but it's jam packed with tourists this time of year. We went to Whiskey Creek for dinner and because it's a small world after all we saw a family we knew sitting at the table right next to us. Even weirder the table across from us kept taking staring and taking pictures of either my brother or I. It was bizarre. Meh. Teenagers.
Did I mention there was snow? There was a lot of snow. And then it snowed. I don't like the cold. You know how the Hulk gets big, strong, and green when he's angry? Well that's me but instead of angry I get cold and replace big, strong and green with cranky, whiney, and COLD. The high was 26. Twenty frakking six. DURING THE DAY. Out heater didn't work and the hotel was out of blankets and pillows. I shit you not.
Aside from nearly loosing my toes it was a nice little trip. In the morning we went in the snow a little, went to a nice cafe for breakfast and then went to a fully stocked bakery. Then we bailed. 6 more hours, this time no conversations, just naps. I took some video from the trip but I can't convert it to .mov to edit it. Bullocks.
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When I was younger I use to have these exact Spur of the moment outings. It wouldn't be unusual to find my friend and I on some idle Tuesday morning, scouring between couch cushions for loose change that would help us reach the other limits of our State just for the sake of exploration and changing up the monotony of the daily grind. When we got to the outskirts we figured the next town wasn't too far away so we kept going. When we finally reached that town the next town seem just around the corner and so fourth and so on until we felt that we couldn't drive any further.
The open road always had a way of opening your mind to topics and conversations that would never be discussed in normal social situations, I suppose your mind has lots of room to wander without distractions as you gaze out into the empty space. It was comforting at times.
Now looking back, a lot of my traveling seemed almost crazy, but those were probably some of the best times of my life and I wouldn't take them back for the world.