Mammoth Mountain
- joie
- Feb 18
- 1 min read
Updated: Feb 21
I was sixteen the first time I went snowboarding—and I hated it. Terrified, actually. An inner-city kid raised on asphalt, subways, and sirens, I was completely out of my element. Trees. Snow. Animals. The cold sinking into my bones. And the gondola? My fear of heights kicked in hard. Miserable. But something called me back, and the second time? Pure magic. I became an avid snowboarder, chasing good snow everywhere until 2007. Now, decades later, 96 hours in Mammoth has me hooked on this Eastern Sierra wonderland. The mountain is staggering—3,500 acres rising to 11,000 feet, 25 lifts serving every skill level. The Village became home base. Beyond the slopes, Highway 395 revealed June Lake, Bishop, and Bodie's ghostly beauty. I'll be back.
