Let’s Start a Shoulder Season
Dateline: Mammoth Mountain, Eastern Sierras. Mid-October
It had been three years since we ventured some seven hours from home to take a break. But this mountain community seemed different than times past. Restaurants were closed or being remodeled. Entire blocks of hotels had been torn down, making way for who-knows-what. Dining hours were shorter. And the gondola to take us to the mountain top was closed until the “shoulder season” was over.