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July 21st, 2014
The old mining road that struggles up the side of Broken Finger Peak isn’t most people’s idea of an ideal backcountry trip.
It’s 20 feet wide, and hot, even at 12,000 feet. It’s exposed, dropping like a shot down toward Pine Creek Canyon more than 5,000 feet below. It’s littered with old machinery, four-decade-old broken Coke bottles with half-inch thick glass, pieces of sun-beaten plastic and wire of indeterminate origin and use.
Updated softball results for Mens League and Co-ed League, with standings, are as follows:
The Village Championships Cross-Country results for July 8 are as follows:
People clad in red, white, and blue attire lined Old Mammoth Road last week in anticipation of the annual Independence Day Parade, but first they watched nearly 450 runners competing for top honors in the Ninth Annual Footloose Freedom Mile.
“We weren’t just competing for the win—we were competing for pie,” said race winner Gabe Proctor, 24. “When I heard Deena was making pies for the winners, I knew I had to race.”
During the last hour before the sun sets on the longest day of the year, the shadows cast on the rock-ribbed ground of this high alpine pass are long and lean and cleanly drawn.
Mountain Bike racers were back in action Tuesday, July 1 at Shady Rest Park with another round of racing.
Luke Wynen, Kevin McBride, Ingrid Braun and practically the entire Mike Karch clan came up big at the Village Championships Cross-Country mountain bike races this past week at Shady Rest Park.
Racing on Tuesday, June 24, Wynen won the Expert 1-Lap in 27-minutes, 42 seconds, followed by Andreas Braun, Tod Hensley and Clayton Mendel.
The mountains are down on the ground, washed from their customary serene height by a rampaging enemy, water.
Fifteen feet above the rutted road, mud as thick as a two-story building looms above the big red truck, dwarfing it.
Embedded in the thick, grey mud, whole trees, big trees-—junipers and Jeffrey and white pine and pinyon—tangle and twist in their death throes; Pompeii in the Sierra.
The newest member of the Mammoth Track Club did not take long to make a bold statement last weekend.
Shadrack Biwott, who until recently ran for the University of Oregon, was the top American male in the San Diego Rock ‘n’ Roll Half Marathon on Sunday, June 1 took 6th place, with MTC’s Gabe Proctor placing 8th, in a field of nearly 25,000 runners.
The newest member of the Mammoth Track Club did not take long to make a statement last weekend.
The drought winter has allowed more access to Mammoth-area trails, roads and campgrounds than is normal for late May and June, but many high country trails are still covered in snow if they are above 10,000 elevation and/or if they are on north-facing, shaded slopes.
Several campgrounds are also still closed, due to issues with infrastructure or access.
According to the Inyo National Forest, the following is a list of the status of most of the area roads, campgrounds and trails, with a new update expected on Friday, May 30. That update will be posted at mammothtimes..com.
A toxic and carcinogenic heavy metal, mercury, has been detected near the Mill City Stamp Mill area in Old Mammoth at levels high enough to trigger a clean up effort but the mercury is not likely to pose a risk to Mammothâ€™s drinking water supplyâ€”nor to people accessing the Mill City area for recreational purposes, scientists said Tuesday.
With the town full of Memorial Day visitors and the Lakes Basin mostly free of snow, Mammoth did what it normally does in an early shoulder season.
The roaring wind picked up the foot-thick dust at bottom of the old dry lake and threw it at the truck, slamming millions of sharp-edged particles against window and door and windshield.
It was impossible to talk, even in the sealed cab, and so we didn’t, focusing instead on keeping the big truck upright and moving forward on the sand-drenched road.
It was almost dusk, and what light there was, was gone; swallowed whole by the raging wind and dust.
The metal-edged Kahru skis snapped to my old leather three-pin boots, gold and grey and well acquainted with rocks.
They need to be.
It has taken me an hour to get from the â€śSnoparkâ€ť trailhead to this snowy meadow near Rock Creek Lake, a mile that would normally take about five minutes of easy skiing.
But it has hardly snowed this winter and even with the past week of storms weâ€™ve only received a measly 18 feet since November where there should be 40.