By Kevin Wilkerson, PubClub.com Lifestyle Blogger
Oh, for the good ‘ol days.
Now I have quite a few of those left in me for sure, but each February, I can’t help but think back on those party trips we took to Mammoth Mountain on President’s Day Weekend.
Mammoth, for those who may not know, is a massive ski resort in California’s Sierra Nevada Mountains. In mid February, us party single people from LA’s Beach Cities would packing cars, trucks and vans with skis, snowboards (and beer!) and make that 6-hour drive to Mammmoth.
Some 30+ of us would cram into condos for President’s Day Weekend, a party pilgrimage if ever there was one. Once there, we would join other party pirates from around Southern California in The Yodler, one of the all-time great ski apes bars on the planet. We would then go back to the condo, grab some beers to take to the jacuzzi, party some more and then head out on the town.
I don’t often recall what we did for dinner, tho one night we would sit down and splurge at Whiskey Creek, because that was always the easiest way to get into its wildly popular bar upstairs.
Alas, now as President’s Day approaches there’s no Mammoth trip for us. Heck, there’s hardly a group anymore. A couple of people are married – some with kids – some have moved away (one to Arkansas!) and I bet my buddy who used to patiently go down the fun run called “Mamba #2” with me hasn’t seen his snowboard in years.
One person – our party ringleader – has even passed away, something I’m saddened about whenever I think of Mammoth on President’s Day Weekend. I can’t get his big-toothed smile out of my head. Then again, whenever I visualize those teeth, I quickly start laughing, thinking about all his shenanigans on and off the slopes.
Heck, The Yodler isn’t even happening anymore. Go in there now expecting to find a party and they look at you as if you’ve walked into the wrong house.
I guess it’s a part of all a part growing older as well as growing up but darn it, when it comes to fun things like Mammoth on President’s Day Weekend, my metabolic rate is pleasantly frozen in time.
Cheers.
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