Southern California is definitely not known for snow. It's one of the few things I miss from winter. Let me clarify; I miss seeing snow and occasionally being in it for abbreviated periods of time. I do not miss the near frozen toes, muddy boot tracks everywhere, and the constant undress/redress that comes with endless layers. Yet I will yield that there is something magical about seeing fresh snowfall from the comfort of an overstuffed chair near a crackling fire. As luck should have it, I was invited last minute to go up to Mammoth Mountain for a little ski/snowboarding getaway (something I have no experience with).
Mammoth is north of LA in either Central or Northern California (I honestly don't know which because people get touchy about what's "NorCal" or "SoCal") and is part of the Sierra Nevada mountain range. Apparently Mammoth is THE place. Who knew. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on how you look at it, it snowed almost constantly for the day we were actually on the slopes. I somehow mustered my courage together and attempted snowboarding! There were many, many, many failures along the way, but I managed to go down a few times without falling.
I have to admit - the drive was a bit much, about 5 hours from Los Angeles, but well worth it. We even stopped by the Manzanar Concentration Camp on the way back; more on this in a later post. I definitely recommend a trip up to Mammoth if you have the chance. Rentals + Beginner Lift ticket was still under $100 for the entire day (btw I recommend you get your rentals form Footloose - cheaper than at the ski lodge), and I've had more than enough snow to remember the few things I like about it and the many I don't.