3 feet and the ‘hoe

sat 22 Dec 21:30

it snowed tons on Wed, so i went to the ‘hoe on Thursday/Friday. this time, we went to Squaw Valley. apparently, home to an Olympics back in the day (and they won’t ever let you forget it–the place is plastered with Olympic rings!)

the snow was good. blah blah whatever.

on the gondola, was a super rich old guy, blabbing about “having fresh crab legs flown in from Alaska”, and his private jet that he flies to Mammoth, because that’s got the best snow… blah-blah-blah. to anyone who’d listen. or, anyone that he’d force to listen. such a cry for attention.
after our day of snowboarding, we stopped into Plumpjack Cafe (hey, i didn’t know there was one in the ‘hoe!) because we wanted to have a drink. and then we stayed for some food in the bar area.

the clientele at Plumpjack bar were all familiar with each other. it’s a little community. they all greeted each other different with versions of “hey, don’t serve this guy, i know where he lives.” two girls sat at the bar, and they couldn’t have been more than 20 years old. they were flirting with the bartender, and managed to score a glass of wine each.

while they sat there, a 50-something rich-looking guy greeted them as if they were old friends. or, as the case was, neighbors. that’s what it is. they all know each other because they all have condos in Squaw Valley. this is what it must be like at a country club. everyone knows each other, and boring niceties exchanged constantly.

and of course they all know each other, they’ve all been coming there for years and years.

such a strange situation. they musta looked at me and CrazyCzech like we were intruders on their closed, secret society. and in a way we were.

i had an espresso martini on the rocks. not the best i’ve had, but pretty good, and it hit the spot.

we were staying in the South ‘hoe, so it took us about 90 min to drive down via Route 89 South, a very windy (wine-dy, not windy) route. road conditions weren’t the greatest– hard-packed slippery snow, because of almost 3 feet of snow that fell on wed. it was very slow-going.

glad i had 4-wheel drive. (thanks Zipcar!)

eventually made it to our motel on the stateline. napped for about an hour.

at about 9pm, we ventured out to get some food, which turned out to be a whole roast chicken and a schmancy ham sammich. and tons of cookies! yummers.


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