Are the Gods trying to tell us something?

So we fled the big city on June 30, 2013 and drove straight into Dante’s Inferno, 111 degrees in the evening at Lone Pine. Our first summer in Mammoth Lakes, outdoor activities were curtailed by smoky skies from multiple fires. For weeks on end, the air pollution was worse here than in the big city. The first big Airstream trip was rain, rain, and more rain. (I know, “Hello, what were you expecting in Oregon.”) Now we are in the grips of a severe drought. The old timers are talking about the infamous 76/77 season, when only 94 inches of snow fell. The lack of snow makes for a tough ski and snowshoe season, the two things we were really looking forward to during our first winter. It’s been really weird, weeks and weeks of weather in the mid 50’s, no snow in town, and I’m riding my bike. Not exactly a typical Mammoth winter. Businesses have closed and others are just barely getting by. Employees’ hours have been slashed, that’s if they were lucky and didn’t get laid off. The town is in a state of despair.

And now, as we are preparing to leave this Sunday for San Diego with the Airstream, the biggest storm in years is baring down on us. The big dump we’ve been waiting for all year. Hmm, I wonder if the gods are trying to tell us something… well if they are, we are not listening!!

Amelia has already been approved for another year leave of absence by her principal. We have big travel plans and are spending another year with the mailing address of PO Box 1453, Mammoth Lakes, California 93546.