Skiing in Southern California is so completely different than any other place I’ve been. It’s like a fashion show for everyone and with the warm weather that meant pretty much anything goes: outfits of jeans and hoodies? Check. Girls in wife beaters and black bras? Double check.
Yes, it was hot: 55 degrees when we left at three. Yes the snow was mostly man made. Yes the runs were short. Yes the black diamod runs looked much like the blue squares in any resort. And yes I had a fucking blast.