Ski season is unfortunately coming to a close (at least here in the US of A), but we squeezed in one last romp around the snow in California. Although I could not be more ready for full time beach weather, it was 25 degrees in New York City yesterday, so I guess I better hold my horses.
When I landed in LA, it was beach weather (80 degrees and the palm trees were swaying in the sunrise, per usual).
By the time we packed up our ski gear, hopped in the car, and drove four hours north to Mammoth Mountain, it was 35 degrees and we were knee deep in snow.
Night 1 was spent in our little ski lodge drinking beers, eating pizza, catching up with the Coachella crew, and staring at the stars above us. Free party trick: get a group of people that live in LA and NYC under a blanket of stars and you’ll no longer need any other form of entertainment.
The rest of the weekend was spent basking in the 50 degree ski weather, hitting the slopes, soaking in the jacuzzi, drinking all of the apres-ski beer in sight, and BOWLING (obviously).
The very talented Lucas and I snapped the below photos while the sun set fire to the sky over the mountains on our second night… Confetti. Bombs. Everywhere.