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February 13th, 2014
BRIDGEPORT—A new restaurant opened its doors this past month in Mono County, and judging by the lines outside of Ohanas395, it’s already a hit.
The trick, if there is one, is in finding the doors.
That’s because Ohanas395 is a Hawaiian Style Food Trailer, owned and operated by Rena McCullough, a longtime June Lake resident.
“Opening a restaurant requires a lot of work,” she reasoned. “This is easier.”
It also is arguably better.
The musical husband-and-wife team of Brian Schuldt and Rebecca Hang are the 2014 "Service Above Self" honorees, the Mammoth Lakes Rotary Club announced this past week.
The award, to be presented at the Rotary's "WinterFest" on March 8 at Canyon Lodge, goes to an individual or couple who "providing outstanding service to our community," said Rotary leader Rick Phelps in a news release.
“Just when I think I have things figured out, along comes a rookie.”
“Come again, Fido?
“And just when I had the team all figured out.”
“Ah. You are speaking of the new dog in the office. The puppy.”
“She’s going to be a problem.”
“Wait a minute!”
“Golly, Fido, I’d be happy to wait a minute, but we have things to do today. We’re doing household chores.”
“I don’t-like, don’t-like household chores.”
“You don’t have to do a thing. Just relax. We have all of December to clean up after.”
“How can you clean up a whole month?”
Depressed about the current lack of snow situation around here?
I have been able to stay motivated and upbeat because I am still skiing on great conditions up at Tamarack. It is going to take a good, old-fashioned three footer to open all the trails in the Lakes Basin, but never mind that for now; the 15 kilometers that are open have good coverage and are manicured every night as if by magic.
And, you can’t beat the warm, sunny days for being outdoors in winter.
December 30th, 2013
It was a bitter winter morning and his hands were freezing, but former Mammoth Lakes Police Department officer Paul Dostie was in his element.
One hand on a radio handset, another on a yellow legal pad, the sounds of a Vietnamese pop song came across his ham radio from thousands of miles away, tinny and scratchy in the background, he listened intently as orders from Mammoth Hospital came in over the wire.
“We are in lockdown,” came the message. “Only family members will be allowed in. All people must check in to the front desk.”
“Something is terribly wrong,” Fido said.
“I noticed you are in some kind of funk, Big Boy. What’s up?”
“Where is my supper?”
“Supper will be right on time, I know how you count on it, the way you pace around when it’s supper time. I also noticed you started pacing about an hour early.”
“You’re late with my supper. I’m starving.”
“Tell me about cats.”
“Gosh, Fido, there’s not a lot to say. And anyway, you live with Chief, and he’s a cat. Why don’t you ask him?”
“I don’t think Chief knows anything.”
“Sure he does. He has a brain.”
“It is the size of a walnut!”
“Fido, your own brain isn’t what I would call overwhelming.”
“But it’s bigger than a walnut.”
“I can’t go to the woods?” Fido said. “The mountains are closed? What the…?”
It was a hot, still morning and the smell of summer was adrift on the hazy golden air—pine sap; sage; the deep green scents of manzanita and ceanothus; the lavender aroma of lupine gone to seed.
Even the bees, spiraling through the waning fireweed along the trail, seemed lazy: somnolent, barely able to keep their heavy, furred bodies alight.
I am not a typical fan of Shakespeare.
“You’re doing what?!?” Fido wanted to know.
“Phtooey. Pfft, Pfft.”
“Gee whiz, Fido, if I’d have known you were going to react like this, I’d have never brought you to the tennis courts. Maybe you want to sit outside the fence, and I’ll just bank the ball against the wall for a while.”
“But I like tennis balls!”
“Maybe you like them a little bit to much, Mr. Beeg. The idea is to treat the ball with tenderness—like an egg.”
“I don’t do tenderness very well.”
“I never thought there was such a thing as a bad hike.”
“Me neither, Fido, but I have to say, this one sure is a slog.”
“It’s not the smoke so much, although my dog-lungs aren’t exactly functioning properly, and my eyes are stinging, and you look a lot like the Marlboro Man right about now.”
An Eastern Sierra weekend like no other
It was a weekend we will never forget.
If you hit the trails this past weekend, chances are you had an experience similar to ours. It began with collecting our permit at the Mammoth Forest Ranger Station.