Rain in LA Means Snow in the Mountains

Having not learned to ski until I was 40, when, unable to bear more than 50 minutes of my first "3-hour first timer lesson special" I left the bunny slope in tears and disgrace, determined to take all my humiliation out on the person who had foisted it upon me (my ski loving husband, somewhere up there on a double black diamond, out of reach and earshot)  I have since become a convert.  It's true that I still stick to the beginners slopes but that's just fine with me, it's cheaper to stay low and the only pressure I feel is to keep out of the way of an out of control 7 year old.  I'm not good - too timid, too cautious, too prone to shrieking when I feel like I'm going too fast and I can't stop properly so I just sit down and look for someone to blame - but I'm happy.

And I'm happy today because it's a - 

I love that - Dump Alert! Mammoth Mountain sends an e-mail when it snows. They have had a tough beginning to the season up there, all over the west in fact as it's been so dry.  There are deals to be had if you are able to go (like $30 kid lift tickets all season.) Click here for the Mammoth Mountain site.  I'm not going anytime soon but I like to think about it up there, peaceful, snow softly falling, waiting for good skiers to make fresh tracks and people like me to leave happy little tush prints all the way down the hill.