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“Reorge?!?” Fido called, obviously in a state of high consternation.
“Here I am!” I said, padding in from the hallway. “What the heck is going on?”
“There is something here that you should see, and I don’t think it is a good thing at all.”
I looked about, here and there, up and down, side to side.
“Fido, I don’t really see much out of the ordinary here, really.”
“Then what is that THING?” Fido wanted to know.
“Hey who turned out the lights?” Fido demanded.
“Fido, the lights are on. Nobody has turned them off.”
“No, I mean outside. I get up in the morning and it’s dark on our morning walk. When we get home, it’s dark again.”
“It’s just the season, Fido.”
“I don’t like it.”
‘Campo Mammoth’ replaces Hyde
Mammoth Mountain Ski Area has done it again: opened up a new restaurant and upped the ante for a pleasant dining experience.
This time we welcome Campo Mammoth at the Village in the space formerly occupied by Hyde. It opens today (Friday), just in time for the holiday rush.
It’s been a month since Opening Day and so far, the season has certainly packed a punch.
If you were in town the few weeks prior to Opening Day, you witnessed how the pace changes to a very excited, almost frantic behavior from all the local workers and business owners.
There is nothing in a ski town quite like Opening Day, and this one had lots of expectations behind it (especially after last winter). Allow me to recap.
Main Lodge opener
As soon as the Thanksgiving leftovers have been put away, a parade of Christmastime entertainment steps into center stage.
Twirling the golden baton are the holiday-themed movies more heartwarming than hot cocoa, and Christmas carols endlessly streaming on the radio. Oh, and thatâ€™s just the beginning!
A majority of yuletide stories are based on Charles Dickensâ€™ â€śA Christmas Carol.â€ť The protagonist doesnâ€™t believe in the Christmas spirit until he is confronted with his own cynicism, and has to inspire Christmas joy in others.
“What the heck are we DOING?” Fido asked.
“Just sit still, you big red lug, this won’t take much more than a minute.”
“I’m not liking this.”
We were an hour away from our appointment with a photographer and some other dogs to make an image for a Christmas card. The idea was simple enough. The execution was going to be another thing altogether.
â€śA new cummerbund and bow tie!â€ť Fido yowled. â€śThat can mean only one thing! Hey hey hey hey! Itâ€™s party season!â€ť
Fido pawed the flat box in delight. He tossed the green and red ribbon into the air.
â€śItâ€™s my favorite-favorite-favorite time of the season!â€ť
â€śI know, Old Boy,â€ť I said. â€śI take it youâ€™re all set for some holiday cheer, and now you have a brand new set-up for your black tie events.â€ť
â€śThese are just the right color,â€ť he muttered. â€śHow did you know?â€ť
â€śIt was just last week, Fido. You remember Bark Friday, donâ€™t you?â€ť
â€śBut there was so much going on!â€ť
â€śWEâ€™RE UNDER ATTACK!â€ť
Fido buried his nose under the couch. He would have scrunched all the way under, but biscuits have taken their toll. Even if he were slender, he wouldnâ€™t fit.
â€śTHEREâ€™S ANOTHER ONE!â€ť he yelped, and dug his nose deeper under the couch. I noticed he was shaking, too.
â€śFido, just what in the world are you doing?â€ť
â€śAre you deaf, man?â€ť Fido wanted to know.
â€śI didnâ€™t hear anything unusual, Old Boy, except for the sweet sound of avalanche control on The Mountain. Right on time. Must be 6:30 a.m..â€ť
â€śYou call that sweet? Have you been watching the news?â€ť
It is universally acknowledged that getting an elementary school kid to sit still for 35 minutes is nearly impossibleâ€”unless you have a special kind of magical comedy.
I think most people remember their first exposure to theatre. You spent most of your days in the sunlight, until one day you and your buddy get off the bus and walk into a dark room with a brightly lit stage on the far end. I was always too short to see over the person in front of me, and would struggle to balance, sitting cross-legged in the theater seat, until the lights were all dimmed.
For the sixth straight year, the Wild & Scenic Film Festival comes to the Eastside, thanks to the Friends of the Inyo.
The films, collected by the South Yuba Rivers Citizens League (SYRCL), will show in Mammoth at the Edison Theatre on Friday, Nov. 30; in Bishop at the Cerro Coso Community College on Saturday, Dec. 1, and in Lone Pine at the Lone Pine Film Museum on Thursday, Dec. 6. All showings begin at 7 p.m. and the $10 ticket prize includes a raffle entry.
The thumping bass swelled as I swaggered up the flight of stairs at Canyon Lodge for Mammoth Mountainâ€™s opening weekend concert with RZA from the Wu Tang Clan.
The forum was lit like a disco, just dark enough to make everyone look sexy but with bright flashes keeping up with every quick beat. The crowd looked mostly young from where I stood at the bar, checking out the nightâ€™s vibe.
â€śLetâ€™s put up the tree!â€ť
â€śFido, what the heck are you talking about?â€ť
â€śItâ€™s almost Thanksgiving, so letâ€™s put up the tree!â€ť
â€śOld Boy, I believe you are getting your holidays mixed up. The tree is a Christmas thing, not a Thanksgiving thing. Thanksgiving is about giving thanks for everything we have received. Christmas is about givingâ€”a way to say to someone that theyâ€™re important to us.â€ť
Fido scrunched into a sit while he considered all this.
â€śWhatâ€™s the tree got to do with it, then?â€ť
â€śFido, you ask darned good questions sometimes.â€ť
â€śITâ€™S SKI SEASON! Hey hey hey hey!â€ť
â€śWhoa, Fido, donâ€™t get all in a lather, you know? Yes, the ski area is open, but just take a look!â€ť
We were on the deck on a sunshiny day early in the week. Temps were September-ish. The October snow was all but gone on the side streets, walkways and south-facing curbsides. From where we sat, Lincoln Mountain looked a bit thin and the cold air was only in the forecasts.
â€śWoo-hoo!â€ť Fido cried. â€śA little summertime before the ski season never hurt anybody,â€ť he said. â€śAnyway, Iâ€™ve been looking forward to this for so long.â€ť
â€śHow long, Fido?â€ť
“I’m not sure how to work this suction-cup mount,” Fido said.
“Well, it’s not going to fit on the end of your snout. That’s just a hunch, but I think it’s a good one.”
“Fido, just what in the world are you doing?”
“I have a new GoSniff, but I can’t get it to work right.”
“GoSniff? What in the world is a GoSniff?”
“It’s like a GoPro, but those things are useless for dogs.”
â€śI got the Canâ€™t-Waits!â€ť
â€śFido, move over, will you? I want to get this travel case stored properly, you know?â€ť
â€śI know weâ€™re going somewhere,â€ť Fido panted. â€śWhere could it possibly be?â€ť
â€śThatâ€™s the beauty of this kind of a road trip, Old Man. With really nothing on my mind and nowhere in particular to go, why donâ€™t you tell me, for a change?â€ť
â€śI want to go to the Biscuit Capital of America!â€ť
â€śWhere the heck is that?â€ť