Let me admit that Vegas has disappointed me when it comes to skiing and fly-fishing. I admit with Paul Parsons that I am a spoiled Western Coloradoan - having grow up within one hour of Telluride - one of the best resorts our country has to offer. So when people invite me to ski a local, one-run resort...or go 3 hours to a rinky-dink Utah resort (Brianhead), my spoiled, Colorado upbringing emerges. In fact, I've steered clear of both of these slopes. The closest resort that can hold a candle to Telluride is Mammoth in Eastern CA. It's about a 4.5 hour drive from Vegas...but the flight time, of course, is much shorter. I'm blessed to know a couple guys who are not only great friends, but are very active skiers and flying club members. Yesterday, I was invited to fly with my friends, "Chili" (Jim) and Jeremy, to Mammoth Mountain for a day of fun-in-the-snow.
This is, hands-down, the way to do skiing! We took off from Vegas by 0630 and were on the slopes shortly after the mountain opened. Mammoth is a great mountain with some buena vistas. Yesterday was SO BEAUTIFUL!...and because it was so warm, I actually took my fleece off underneath my shell. Here we are at the top of the mountain, ready for the third run of the day.
I'm convicted that I have not lived up to the name of this blog with any of my posts yet, so in the interest of time, after a terrific day of skiing, we took a taxi back to the airport and launched off to the SE to arrive back in Vegas by 5:30 yesterday evening - enough time to read a couple books to my girls and help get them ready for bed. It was an awesome day - not one I plan on doing very often as aviation gas and airplane rental fees get very costly (California lift tickets ain't cheap either). On our way home, I was content to leave my interest for flying behind and collapse in the back seat of the Cherokee Six airplane to rest my weary back and legs.
I didn't think 31 was supposed to feel this old! Regardless, I can't wait for my next Mammoth-sized day adventure!
This is, hands-down, the way to do skiing! We took off from Vegas by 0630 and were on the slopes shortly after the mountain opened. Mammoth is a great mountain with some buena vistas. Yesterday was SO BEAUTIFUL!...and because it was so warm, I actually took my fleece off underneath my shell. Here we are at the top of the mountain, ready for the third run of the day.
I'm convicted that I have not lived up to the name of this blog with any of my posts yet, so in the interest of time, after a terrific day of skiing, we took a taxi back to the airport and launched off to the SE to arrive back in Vegas by 5:30 yesterday evening - enough time to read a couple books to my girls and help get them ready for bed. It was an awesome day - not one I plan on doing very often as aviation gas and airplane rental fees get very costly (California lift tickets ain't cheap either). On our way home, I was content to leave my interest for flying behind and collapse in the back seat of the Cherokee Six airplane to rest my weary back and legs.
I didn't think 31 was supposed to feel this old! Regardless, I can't wait for my next Mammoth-sized day adventure!
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Rock on, brother! Those days are so refreshing to the soul... And it's always great to return home to the smiling faces of your girls;o) If you ever want to come pick me up to go skiing, I'm all ready to go!
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