Adventure is at the heart of our family. Our family of four has decided that in the name of exploring and adventure, we shall try and fit as much of it in as our time and wallet allow. One tradition we began was to go away to the snow one week out of the year. This year we chose mammoth.
Our most memorable moment of this years trip was to venture off the groomed paths in search of a giant cave you can actually snowboard right through. Sounds fun right? Well the truth is this dream has been stirring in my husbands brain for almost five years when a friend of his showed him a youtube video of some riders going through the cave, and then across a frozen lake. No amazing place such as this exists on the map, or tour guide brochures, and the getting there is actually the whole point. Like when you read that inspirational poster that says its about the journey, not the destination. This geolocation can be the poster graphics, because all of that is true.
The first day we arrived we scouted out the cave, watching others go through. As the brave one, I interviewed each crew as they exited. Most were secretive and not helpful what soever to my interviews, but a few gave us hints on how to get to this location and from what chair, and what tree to turn at. It was all quite unhelpful. Five minutes into our journey to this spot, we were already lost. The three of us staring down the hill in uncharted territory, wondering what the heck we were thinking. My eleven year old began to panic slightly, not being assured whatsoever to our claims of power bars stashed in our pockets. Even the joke of spending the night on the mountain, lost, freaked him out. But then a group of skiers came from up high on the hill, and my desperation to find this spot forced me to ask if we could join their trek. After traversing across gathering a bruise or two along the way, we all three fell behind and seperated slightly. My husband and son had been there in the summer, so they were more equipped with finding it. I was forced to go slow and peek over each cliff like edge to find the hidden spot. And as luck would have it, we all three ended up at the entrance of the cave. It wasn’t a dream ride down that cave, my ride was slightly embarrassing and super novice looking, but we all three laughed so hard on the bus ride back at all the events along the way; the panicking, the yelling out of names, the cursing, and the exhaustion. We were bonded slightly by taking that small journey together, and I cannot help but smile when I think of the crazy paths to that spot. But the bottom line is we did it, and we did it together, and we will always remember that day with a chuckle!