Mammoth Lakes and Devils Postpile

Parting Ways

The morning after our last night at Bridgeport, my parents and we hitched up our trailers, said our goodbyes, and parted ways. They were headed North to Carson Pass, on their way to the town of Arnold where the family cabin is. We were headed South to Bishop, CA, a small town a few hours down 395.

A Change Of Plans. Also Beer.

After seeing how cold it was getting in Bridgeport, we decided to make a stop in Mammoth Lakes (which is on the way) first to get some warmer clothes that we were lacking. We pulled into the town and, after getting a feel for it, decided to stay here rather than Bishop for the next two nights. Our plan was to go see a natural formation called The Devil’s Postpile, and to get the oil in the truck changed.

We pulled into an RV park right at the entrance of town and settled in. Feeling thirsty, we decided to head to the Mammoth Brewing Company, a microbrew with great food and an inviting atmosphere. Also the beer was good. Ashley and my personal favorite was the Epic IPA.

Here’s the full picture of the beer sampler that is partially shown in the feature picture of this post:

The Devil’s Postpile

Years ago as a child, Ashley remembers visiting the Devil’s Postpile, so we thought we’d take our family as well and check it out. The formation really is amazing to see up close; it was hard to believe that the pentagonal and hexagonal columns shooting up in bunches were simply biproducts of certain volcanic activity. Here are some shots from that:

Jiffy Noob

After our dance with the devil (I’m a dad now), I was tasked with getting the oil changed on the truck, which had been showing a warning to change the oil soon. I checked the three different spots in town: one of them was booked solid, another was closed for construction, and the last one had a handwritten note about an emergency forcing them to close up shop until further notice.

I am definitely not a car guy, and I’ve always relied on quick change places like Jiffy Lube to change my oil, but after some youtube research and some encouragement from my buddy Andrew back home, I was feeling confident enough to do it myself. I bought the oil, replacement filter, oil pan, and oil filter wrenchy-bandy-grabby-thingy (that’s its technical name).

With great care and a lot of the multi-use shop towels my dad had given us, I managed to change out the oil. The scariest part was dealing with catching the powerful stream of diesel engine oil in the oil pan. Halfway through, I realized I hadn’t opened the side air hole which allows for faster displacement of the air inside the oil pan and nearly spilled oil all over the ground. But I managed to open it just in time and only spilled a little bit of oil on the soil, which I promptly cleaned up.

I think I’ll still stick with the oil change businesses when I can, but it’s nice to know I can do it myself in a pinch.