Here's a funny thing about that. I love rain. I love cold, wet winters. (Among other things, cold wet winters means snow in the mountains - we'll get to that soon.) But since getting a horse, I have become decidedly less enamored of rain. Rain means no turn-outs and no lunging. And no turn-outs and no lunging means a fresh and frisky horse. Which means I don't ride. It's interesting how adding a new activity to my life has completely changed my outlook on weather.
Our local flora and fauna, however, feel no such ambivalence towards the rain. Everything around here is bursting out with whatever growth it can muster.
Of course, all this rain also means snow! Rick has been watching the snow reports at Mammoth like a hawk. When the base got to 15 feet, he started giggling like a child on Christmas eve. So, for the long weekend, it was pretty obvious where we were going to go. We got out of town on Thursday afternoon and beat the storm to Mammoth. Which was a good thing, because by the time we got down the mountain after skiing on Friday, it was hard to find the car.
On the way home, we were treated to stunning views of the eastern Sierra
And I think that's enough for now! What did you all do for the long weekend?