Day two at Mammoth was a complete 180 from the first day. No blue skies today but it was a nice trade to get a pow day in. The resort seems completely different from the day before. You couldn’t tell which way was up that you would get vertigo. At one point, the wind was blowing chunks of snow up the hill that I couldn’t tell which way to point my nose and ended up eating it because I couldn’t see which way to go. There was only about 8-12 inches of fresh pow, which by Mammoth standards is not a lot. But more than 4 inches of fresh snow is a pow day back in Michigan, so we were happy.
Most of the lifts were open, although the gondola was only open for scenic reasons. Kind of pointless when visibility is 15 feet in front of you. As the day went on, lifts started closing left and right due to wind. At one point, it took maybe four runs for us to make it back the main lodge because we kept getting lost or swept away in the wind that we’d have no other choice than certain lines. We figured out quickly that most of the people riding were tourists, definitely not locals. Locals don’t ride on such crappy days as it was. Nothing beats a pow day though.
Andrew was plowing through lines. He went through some trees and had an epic drop when someone yelled from the chairlift, “Yeah girl, get some!” I think it’s about time he may cut his hair now that he has been mistaken for a girl. So after riding all day, we needed to start our way up to Tahoe. Every time someone asked us where we were going that night, they all laughed and asked if we were serious. We’re naive Midwest kids who were too cocky to care what they thought. We had a gnarly pad waiting for us up North and we were getting there one way or another. Before we could even get to the store to buy some cheap chains, it took maybe 40 minutes to get out of the driveway. Thank you cat litter. At one point a woman in a big Ford F150 drove by, stopped, said, “Wow you guys are really stuck in there,” and then proceeded to just drive away. No thanks for her. We made it to Vons and bought some of the cheap chains for $50 and started to throw them on the Neon. I think we were the only sedan in the entire town.
We only had to put the chains on a few times but made it the rest of the way. At one point we just followed a snow plow for two hours listening to horrible rap-house-techno music. The predicted three hours to get up to Tahoe only turned out to be five hours, haha. We stopped at a Del Taco for some grub and had to park in the Walmart parking lot to ensure we wouldn’t get stuck again. By the way, Del Taco is a million times better than Jack in the Box. We were just pulling into the neighborhood that we needed to get into and passed a car stuck in the snow. We decided to just gun in and try and make it up the slight hill. We made it all the way to the stop sign and got stuck. One minute from the house and we were stuck at 1 am. And of course, a snow plow followed into the neighborhood less than five minutes later and cruised right on by. Another hour later, we finally made it up to the drive-way and were able to get out of the wet car and into a warm house. The ride was worth it because a fireplace and big open house was ready for us. Big ups to Josh Parker for housing us in Tahoe. Unfortunately, today is the day we chose to stay off the hill. This rain is killing our buzz but tomorrow is Northstar day. Sierra is no longer in the picture considering roads are closed and rock slides are happening left and right. This road trip is getting more and more interesting as the weather proceeds to throw us off course. We’ll see what happens…