The snow reminds me that Mother Nature has not completely forgotten to give us water.
The fresh air reminds me to breathe.
The cozy cabin reminds me to bond.
And the fireplace reminds me to drink something hot and sweet (with Baileys in it?).
My family travels to Mammoth Mountain many times a year, taking a grateful sigh of relief when we see the jagged outline of the Minarets, looming behind Mammoth Mountain — our welcoming committee.
Ten minutes later, we turn off the highway and cruise into the chic, yet cozy, Mammoth Lakes village.
The town is intentionally kept quaint, but has an obvious layer of modern influences and a thriving youth culture.