The time has come. We are selling my brother’s condo in Mammoth Lakes. It has always been his condo and never really ours. We kept it for 21 years, spruced it up, remodeled it, and even tried living in it. We’ve had some great times in it and wonderful memories. People are different and brothers are different.
It’s crazy when I think about how many times I’ve driven up the 395 to Mammoth. The pilgrimage began in the 1970’s. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, and back and forth. Forty years of going back and forth. I guess being a slow learner is better than not learning at all, but there are many places to go to besides Mammoth.
So, no condo means no sense (cents) in buying a season pass, something I’ve done every year. No season pass means, no sense (cents) in keeping the season locker that’s been in the family since the 80’s. No season pass, really ultimately probably means no more skiing. I honestly can’t envision coughing up over a hundred bucks for one lift ticket. It is just not worth it. For me, skiing is just not as fun as it used to be. I’ll spare everyone my diatribe about skiing being a dying sport and industry, but trust me it is.
There is one apropos story worth sharing. The “last” trip to Mammoth just couldn’t be a piece of cake. We took my mom up so she could see her son’s condo one last time. We set a new worst time record, three and half hours to the 395. From Amelia’s school in Escondido to the 395 is typically 90 minutes. We left at 1:30, thinking we would beat traffic, we were wrong. The culprit was all the crazy construction they are doing where the 15/215 merge at the base of the Cajon Summit.
Here’s the kicker, I had a 2pm conference call so Amelia was driving the first leg. She was ready to crawl out of her skin. Just like her dad, she does not do well in traffic. I was in the back seat and Ruth was up front. Thank god I was dehydrating and not needing to urinate. The same was not true for the two ladies in the front. When we finally got on the 395 and pulled into the Outpost they ran into the store to relieve themselves. When Amelia came out, she had a bag of Doritos and a 24oz can of Modelo Especial Chelada, she got into the back seat and said, “Drive.”
Now let’s hitch up that Airstream and go somewhere!