One of the mistakes I often make is biting off more than I can chew. I do this all the time. Especially when traveling or on "vacation". This time around I tried to mitigate this by not bringing my road bike. Being able to concentrate on only mountain-biking and improving my unicycle skills most certainly would be a help.
Unfortunately, I did bring our inflatable stand-up paddle boards, most of my juggling apparatus, 3 kettle belles, my Indian clubs, several books to read, my jujitsu gi, yoga mat, backpacking equipment, two growlers and my running gear.
Better to be prepared, right.
The paddle boards never saw the light of day and I deemed the growlers to be unnecessary, better to save room in the cooler and just buy individuals or enjoy fresh off the tap at the brewery.
However, I did manage to dabble in every other one on my hobbies.
I'm fairly sure we discovered this incredible resource years ago when were actively looking for real estate to purchase in Mammoth.
Snow Creek is a "Mammoth" entity here in Mammoth Lakes. Condos, golf course, and of course aforementioned Athletic Club which, for a fee is open to the public.
So for as little as $13 a day, you can drop in, enjoy a shower which if you're camping costs around $8 and is not nearly as comfortable as the ones offered at the Club. There is also a pool and spa, as well as weight training and fitness facilities, much of which is state of the art. In addition, they offer a nice array of classes. I mostly stick to their yoga and stretch classes. They also have the only Brazilian Juijistu classes I now of in the nearby vicinity, as in a few hundred miles.
They used to be part of the daily fee but in the last couple of years it's become an additional fee. Not anything unreasonable, but in full disclosure, I felt compelled to mention it. Also there is Wi-Fi and a pretty could deal on happy-hour sushi. Which in years past was coupled with beer and sake, but for some reason, this year they didn't have a liquor license.
The point of all this is that Skye and I end up at this joint several times over the course of our two week visit and this year would be no different.
I wasn't able to use the spa facilities and had to limit my jujitsu sessions because of the healing of my tattoo, but I still managed to get in one BJJ roll, a few yoga classes, several hours of internet activity and miscellany workouts and several much needed showers.
The reason, if you don't know, for our yearly migration to Mammoth Lakes is to continue a tradition that started years ago while still living and home-schooling in Los Angeles.
There is an organization, Much Ado About Shakespeare, that caters specifically to the home-school community in LA. We ran across it while still living there and it has been a central part of Skye's life ever since. It is one of the most consistent and regular events in her topsy-turvy existence, so we will go to all manners to keep involved as long as it's still is important to her.
This year, as she turned 18, it would be her last year as an on-stage participant. She may in future years continue her involvement with the program as a counselor but this would be most definitely her last as a performer.
On with the show.....
I was less involved in Skye's Shakespeare experience than in years past, for a multitude of reasons. And the same could be said of several of the other parents who I'd grown to know over the years.
Interestingly enough, I first met some of them in Los Angeles, within the home-school network, before any of us became involved with Much Ado. A couple of them were attending my "Eco-classes" concurrent to their Shakespeare studies. But I got to know them better as well as spouses that I had barely met while in LA, up in our mountain retreat, sometimes on the trail, sometimes ast the spa and the brewery but most definitely around the camp fire where we almost nightly met to hang out, eat and play "Werewolf".
It was on one of these nights that a fireball lit up the sky and made a long trail of fire and light before disappearing as quickly as it had appeared.
We all assumed it was some sort of meteor until finding out the following day that it was more likely than not Chinese space debris coming back to earth.
Our summer plans were still evolving while we were trying to "be in the moment" and enjoy what very well could be our last Shakespearean High Sierra camp adventure.
Burning Man and its ripple effect was in full play. We realized because of transportation issues that it would make sense for me to drive Skye to her Yellowstone odyssey on the way to Burning Man. This of course upended my plan of hitching a ride with one of my Atlanta campmates.
It also caused us to re-evaluate our "high-point" travel plans which were already being reconsidered because of "high-point" burn out.
Facebook and the internet coupled with this year's crazy election was a regular distraction as well.
But I did my best to refocus regularly on my beautiful surroundings and enjoy what nature had to offer.
In the end, we didn't have nearly enough time but we stuffed in more than your typical two weeks of life. And left our mountain retreat exhausted, fulfilled happy and with much bittersweetness to boot.
Always dear to me. Will always be part of my history and what informs me.