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We had a blast in Mammoth for Thanksgiving. We stayed in a beautiful lodge/mansion owned by our friend Ralph's brother.
The first night was spent doing moonlight snow shoeing. This activity rocked. Snow shoeing is like hiking on the top of snow. I saw some big cat tracks (puma) and hoof prints (which must have been from deer or elk).
The next day was Thanksgiving. Before chowing down on tons of food, we did cross country skiing. I liked this activity, but Michael and Ralph weren't that excited about it. I managed to stay up on the skis for the most part, which was great.
The day after Thanksgiving, MAS and I had our first down hill skiing lesson. I really had a great time. I was fairly competent at skiing. In fact, I was teacher's pet and a star student during the class. Then.....well, then I got cocky and a little stupid. I decided to go up on the intermediate course. But the chair lift ride up to the next level made me terribly altitude sick. My head was pounding like a giant drum. It was so bad that I got nauseous and had problems concentrating. So I took a few tumbles on the way down the mountain. Eventually, I realized that I was very much out of my comfort zone. So I took off my skis, sat on my butt, and scooted down the rest of the way down the mountain to a much flatter area. From there I geared back up and skied in the rest of the way in to the Main Lodge.
A glutton for punishment, we took a snow boarding lessons the next day. Snow boarding is hard. Really hard. I fell on my butt and got a huge bruise. But no broken bones. Thank goodness.
Here's a link to Michael's blog post and photo gallery.
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