Was there ever a better week than this one? What a stew of stuff! If you could clip-and-save a week, this might be the one.
Weâ€™re not really sure how to digest this multi-course meal. Set upon a mise en place of Mammothâ€™s municipal bankruptcy, airport subsidies and the closure of June Mountain Ski Area, we might have thought this could have been a poisonous week.
But it wasnâ€™t. We had a fine time at our French, Eastside, multi-course feast.
From time to time, we use our idle moments around here for a little daydreaming. This week, it was all about business plans. Donâ€™t even ask how it started.
Itâ€™s rough to make business plans in a town headed for bankruptcy, in a state that has no money, and a country with an economy as stable as an aspen log over a creek in May, but we soldiered on with a couple of nifty ideas:
There is no natural reason for people to live in Mammoth Lakes. None. But we live here anyway because we like to have seasons loaded with fun.
We ski. We hike. We climb. We ride bikes, drive off road, pull fish from the water and then do it all again.
We pay a price to live here, though, and the price tag varies depending on the bill Mother Nature whips up in her ledger book.
This summer the price tag has to do with fireâ€”indiscriminant, deadly and entirely natural. Wendilyn Grasseschiâ€™s story, beginning on Page 1., captures the situation.
A remarkable intersection of events in the Big Wide World happens this week in Mammoth, spanning backyard politics, athletic prowess and instellar space.
All of them are worth our attention. We live in such a unique place that it is easy to take it for granted. Here are just some of the reasons why we should not:
â€˘ The Drop-In. Jeremy McGhee is a superior athlete. At one time, he was a superior surfer, until an accident took away the use of his legs. He is to try an ascent of Bloody Couloir this weekend, via wheelchair, and a descent on skis.