So, ya know, you’re strolling down the beach like one of those idiots with a metal detector – which is just an excuse to ogle sunbathers in bikinis – and suddenly you see a dude decked out in ski wear sliding up the beach. Huh? Then one falls out of the sky and lands on your head. Huh?
Yes. Mammoth Mountain just got closer thanks to the addition of one hour flights from Los Angeles. From bikinis to moguls in one hour flat. Not bad at all.
