I’m a yes girl. Yes is my default answer.
Want to go to happy hour? Yes.
Karaoke Friday night? You’re going to regret asking, but yes.
Brunch in 20 minutes? I’ll be there.
So when my coworker, Katie (who I’d only known for a month), asked if I wanted to go skiing with a bus full of people that neither of us knew, I eagerly replied, “count me in!” I immediately put a check in the mail to the organizer of the trip, and a couple weeks later we were on a party bus to Mammoth Mountain.
The bus picked us up in LA. It was stocked with trashcans full of beer and boxes of tacos. If you have to do a 7 hour road trip, I highly recommend this mode of transportation. Finally, after stopping to wrangle on snow chains, we made it to Mammoth Mountain. We all scrambled into our condos and laid claim to bedrooms Real World style.
The next day Katie had me up at the crack of dawn. By 7:45, we were all geared up and pouring oatmeal down our throats, anxious to get to the lifts. Everyone else was still on the couch in their pajamas.
Usually I ski in Vail or Beaver Creek- both world class destinations. I figured Mammoth would pale in comparison, but I was wrong. It’s a big, beautiful mountain with spectacular views. My little iPhone photos don’t do it justice.
We spent the whole day skiing. Saturday was the perfect ski day, with blue skies and fresh powder. I even conquered a black diamond slope! Comfort zones are for wimps! By 3:30 my quads ached and my fingers were numb. I didn’t want to call it a day, but I also didn’t want to get stuck on some remote part of the mountain after the lifts shut down. Survival trumps all other desires.
Later that evening our group headed to the village for cocktails. The single ladies in our group were in Heaven, with men outnumbering them 4-1 everywhere we went. We started at Lakanuki (or lotsa-nookie, if you please) then went to the ever-popular Whiskey Creek, where we drank them out of fireball shots. It was quite the party.
The next day we were up and out early again, determined to make the most of this opportunity to ski. After the previous evening, it was no surprise that few others from our group made it out. But we are ski fiends, stopping only for a mid-mountain lunch. The weather was much colder, and the slopes were icier, but we found some nice long blue runs to enjoy. By the end of the day, it was all I could do to crawl onto the bus for the ride home.
Personal pizzas were passed around and we all snuggled in to watch 21 Jump Street as the bus headed back to LA LA Land. I dozed in and out and in no time at all we were back. It seems impossible to pack so much fun into 48 little hours, but we did. Although I was dead tired at the end, it was easily the best weekend I’ve had in ages. I’m already looking forward to next year!