In the early 1970's, after driving the 350 miles from Orange County to Mammoth and back each week, and skiing as much as he could, Jack decided to live in Mammoth Lakes for a season... keeping his advertising career on life support.
We hit Mammoth Lakes around noon on the 7th, and settled into a peaceful, uncrowded, wooded camp site.
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Our "Irv" in his cozy wooded spots
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The weather was clear, sunny and brisk. The mountains still were coated with snow. There was a 60 inch base at the top of the mountain, where it was 16 degrees. People were skiing and boarding, and having a great time.
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| Mammoth Mountain |
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| View from the gondola |
We took the gondola to the top of Mammoth Mountain, about 11,000 feet. Jack gave me a "guided tour" of the different runs that he used to conquer (or vice versa).
Mammoth is also home to several hot springs. A large geothermal energy plant has been built here, providing enough geothermal energy to power 220,000 LOS ANGELES homes. People in this area are not fond of Los Angeles, which over the years, has drained Owens Lake and Mono Lake, and that now use the energy generated by Mammoth's hot springs.
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| Hot Creek, passing by the bubbling hot springs |
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| These hot springs were steaming and bubbling and, as you can see, turquoise blue |
The Sierras down here surround high desert grasslands, rounded rock piles, and the skies go on forever.
We decided to take a day and go fly fishing on the Lower Owens River. This river meanders through a beautiful grassy meadow, bordered by beautiful rock formations, and groves of cottonwood. Jack got a few bites and caught one beautiful brown trout. Stacy got nothing except a peaceful day in a gorgeous place. Not a bad day :)
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| Jack, along the Upper Owens River |
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