Thursday, August 30, 2012
We could of rented bikes directly at the shuttle stop, but it was a little more expensive. The shuttle is free. Our bikes are in a trailer hitched to the back of the bus.
The bus drove along the edge of a scenic pass. We could see the town of Mammoth in the low lands and several mountain ranges in the distance. Then we began approaching the lakes. There are 5 or 6 and about one mile apart.
The bus dropped us off at the top of the trail which is Horse Shoe Lake. It's beautiful but its shrinking slowly due to a fissure in the lake floor. We are in earthquake and volcano country. The ground is covered in tiny pumice stones.
Mozart, who is an off-road enthusiast, talked us into riding around the lake on a dirt trail. It was great. I told Mozart we should sell our motorcycles and get into mountain biking. This didn't go over well.
After a loop around the lake (and I will mention we are at 8955 ft.) We head down the paved trail beginning our 8 mile decent. We take a detour over to a foot bridge for a picture.
Ninety-five percent of the ride was downhill. So the altitude is not a big problem.
This is a great ride for the whole family. We noticed a couple of 12 year old boys taking the shuttle up with their skateboards. The driver told me they had been going up and down all day. Well that's better than video games!
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
|We went to Mammoth Mountain for a few days. When we arrived home, we found a new family member. Our former dog passed away unexpectedly in March. Sensi looks a bit like her. She is 9 weeks old.|
Saturday, August 18, 2012
Ghost Town Show Down
But for the most part we'll be at Mammoth doing a some fishing, hiking, and rafting. Yes, relaxing rafting. I have an inflatable boat with oars. See you when I get back.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Sometimes a rough week warrants doing something radical.
I spotted a dusty boogie board at my parents. "See you in an hour." I tossed it in the trunk, grabbed my purse and headed toward the beach. Ten minutes later the warm sand massaged my feet as I scouted for the perfect spot to lay my purse. I stepped out into the foamy tumblers and felt the icy water spray across my knees and slap at my board. Another wave fell against the board and sprayed me down, so I stooped down and let the cold water flow over my shoulders, and I was in.
I caught a wave. It let me glide with it for a moment and then pushed me onto the sand. I tried to look lady-like as I grabbed my board and straightened up. (Impossible). All the more reason to strut back in the water and pretend like I know what I'm doing. As you can see the size of the waves matched my "surfing" expertise and and the board had no wrist cord....oh it was perfect.
Back at the shop (my dad's underground cave) he is working on a remote control sail boat that he and my brother plan to launch soon.
Speaking of "a lot", here is a picture of a lot of boys.
On another summer day my cousin, Bruce, his wife Marian and their 4 boys came by for a visit. They are getting ready to jump in for a swim at the community pool near my parents home. (Bruce's grandmother is my dear great-aunt. She is 99. She married my grandfather's brother.) Bruce, who is a contractor, is here to pick up a tile cutter that my dad borrowed in order to tile the bathroom. The whole neighborhood knew about my dad's tile project due to the searing sound an effective tile cutter makes. And they all breathed a sigh of relief when it was finished.
Fields of green grass wrap around the homes in the area, and I took my cousins on a walk. Here is the duck pond, but all the ducks are taking a break.
Have a good day!