What a blessing! We were able to pull off another Mammoth trip this summer. Lorin had an inspection in Reno. He could buy a plane flight and rent a car,OR we could drive to Mammoth and he could drive in from there. We were only going to stay a few days, but ended up staying for a week. 
We met up with a family we had met there 4 years ago. Brooke and Trevor have stayed in touch ever since. Trevor's brother Wyatt, their parents and grandparents were all there.
All but Faith and I went bike riding on the mountain. She and I hit Schatt's Bakery instead. I talked to one of the Schatt's family and got caught up with news of a childhood friend. I have a phone number now, so I hope to connect with her again
Faith was all about baiting her own hook. She only hooked herself once, "but it only cut a little bit of skin".
Jason likes the bike park.He learned how to ride a two wheeler when he was three years old while we were in Mammoth. He was only riding a few days when he first went to the park. Now he flies through the air.
Another highlight of the trip was visiting with a trolley driver. Lorin had ridden the trolley to go to the rental car. He talked with the bus driver, found out he was a mule packer. Lorin told him about my past with outfitting, and who to look for. Later that morning the kids and I get on a trolley, out of the blue the driver asks "is there anyone who had been in the Bob Marshall Wilderness?" I looked around me baffled and kind of raised my hand. Then he told me he met my husband earlier and that we had things in common. The kids and I sat on the trolley through his whole loop and talked mule packing, outfitting, dudes and cowboy ways for the whole trip. After that, every day we rode the trolley, we ran into him and had more visits. It was fun to run into someone who could hold the same conversations as you, conversations you hadn't had in years.
