November 28th, 2012
The Mammoth Lakes Police Department is investigating multiple vandalism to street signs and snow stakes that occurred overnight on Friday, Nov. 23.
A total of 29 snow stakes were discovered bent over with some of them in traffic lanes. The majority of them were on Main Street east of Minaret.
The others were near the Village on Hillside, Canyon, Minaret, and lower Lakeview.
It’s official: Vons’ big remodel is set for April with the pharmacy and Starbucks moving up to the old Elegant Bath space next to the Minaret Cinema and to the atrium space within the mall. Also up for a re-do is the outside of the building, with special emphasis on fixing the “skateboard steps” conundrum. …
The Mammoth Lakes Planning Commission took a giant leap into the future Tuesday, stepping in the Wayback Machine for solutions to some ancient issues.
Under the macroscope, as it were, was how Mammoth is to deal with its sign ordinances (specifically banners); how it deals with special events; and how it is to manage outdoor sales (specifically tent sales).
If it seemed like the commission was plowing old ground, it was.
But with a zoning code update scheduled for early next year, the old issues resurfaced in a 9 a.m. workshop with business owners.
Whitmore Pool, scheduled to close next summer because of austerity cuts by the Town of Mammoth Lakes, may yet stay open.
The townâ€™s recreation commission, to meet at 2 p.m. on Monday, Nov. 26, will consider moving $185,000 in Measure R tax funds to save the pool from going under.
The proposed bailout is part of a broader consideration of which projects are to receive funding in the latest round of Measure R requests, from cross-country ski trail grooming to rehabilitating the community tennis courts.
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
Paradise resident Allen Weidner was on his way home from the bottom of the Sherwin Grade when he saw flames shooting into the early evening sky on Nov. 7.
He shot up the hill, fearing the worst. The flames were immense, leaving little doubt this was more than a simple, easily stopped fire and from what he could see, it was either his home or his next-door neighborâ€™s.
When he got to the ring of fire trucks and emergency vehicles, he almost turned around right there.
Under a canopy of gray skies, with rain and snow pierced by occasional shafts of sunlight, the Mammoth Track held its grand opening on Saturday, Nov. 17.
Some last-minute finishes remain before it becomes a fully functional facility, but the surface and infield were in great shapeâ€”enough for a victory lap by scores of runners and community members.
The track closed again right after the ceremony near the Whitmore Ballpark on Benton Crossing Road, but it will reopen soon to the public, pending certification.
Even so, the ceremony was altogether fitting.
The Town of Mammoth Lakes announced today the dismissal of its bankruptcy case by U.S. Bankruptcy Judge Holman. The dismissal follows the recent historic settlement of a 2008 legal judgment and cancellation of the related airport Development Agreement. The judge’s order is attached to this press release.
After a hiatus of three seasons, girls basketball is back at Mammoth High School.
In the first tryouts for the new program, 33 girls took a stab at the nets under the watchful eye of new coach William Bauman, a 26-year-old long, tallâ€”really tallâ€”drink of water from Minnesota.
â€śBasketball is turning a corner in town,â€ť said Bauman, who was recently married to Mammoth local John Eastmanâ€™s daughter, Danielle.
â€śItâ€™s just the greatest sport ever invented.â€ť
Bauman said he played a bit of college hoops before arriving in Mammoth, and is familiar with womenâ€™s basketball in particular.
Logging operations in the Reds Meadow Valley have been completed for removing down trees from the wind event of last November 30.
Consequently, the area closures in the Reds Meadow Valley will no longer be in effect.
While the Reds Meadow Road is closed to wheeled motor vehicles for the season due to snow, access to Reds Meadow Valley will now be open to winter public use, including snowshoer, skier, snowmobile and pedestrian traffic.
Before traveling into the Reds Meadow Valley, visitors should be aware of winter conditions and hazards in the area.
The new track on Benton Crossing Road near the Whitmore Animal Shelter is ready to go.
Its Grand Opening is Saturday, Nov. 17, at noon with members of the Mammoth Track Club, town officials and the track’s main proponent, runner Elaine Smith.
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.
In the dark November night, the snow-struck silence is broken by a cacophony of noise and the floor of the bedroom erupts.
My border collie Skye slams up on top of the bed from the floor, bouncing on her toes, barking at the closed window.
We pull the curtain back, and shine the big flashlight, hastily retrieved from its home under the bed, toward the cars and parking lot just 30 feet from the window.