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Postcards from Travel Near and Far by Jia-Rui

93546, Mammoth Lakes

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The slopes, as captured by the Hipstamatic Roboto Glitter lens

Dear ——–,

I didn’t expect to be skiing at Mammoth Memorial Day weekend, but an errant storm dumped more than half a foot of snow the week before. We couldn’t resist. My first trip down Scotty’s Run was like getting on a bullet train. I flew down the hardened slick as fast as my legs could handle. Bryan demo’ed a Never Summer Premier snowboard because it was on sale, but he said its added length still didn’t prevent wobbly turns. At lunch, we met up with Gay, Jim, their kids and their friends.We headed out en masse and hacked our way through slushy chop. The sun had basically melted everything after noon. Some people had clearly given up and were playing ping pong and volleyball in the snow. I saw at least a dozen people skiing in shorts. Afterwards, Gay and Jim invited us over to their condo for dinner, which was very sweet. They cooked up pork tenderloin and sausages. We brought ice cream and pie. The Big Dipper shone bright as we drove back to the hotel.


Author: postmarkhere

I'm a journalist based in Los Angeles who has always said that writing postcards for a living would be a dream job. The posts -- short enough to fit on an actual postcard -- chronicle recent travels near and far. I could blab on about being inspired by epistolary novels, the short poems of Emily Dickinson, and the New Yorker's "Talk of the Town" pieces, but I'll just say that I'm aiming to give you a sense of flavor of a place without boring you to death. Wish you were here!

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