Win checks the bevel on a new pair of boards.

By Mike McKenna

  “A SKI  TECHNICIAN IS A  lot like a mechanic or a doctor, we’re someone you can’t live without,” explained Win Lee Lewis, with a big, bearded smile. “We just don’t charge as much.”

For about a decade and a half now, Win has worked as a ski tech in Mammoth, currently plying his trade at the Ski Surgeon, tucked beneath 80/50 in The Village, across from Burgers.  

 “I’m like a lot of people up here. I’ve got a passion for this place and getting out and exploring it,” said Win, while nodding his shaggy brown hair over a new pair of Rossignol skis. “It’s just that foul, four-lettered word keeps getting in the way.”

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By Mike McKenna

Delaney, a roany who defied the odds.

IN THE LATE 1930'S AMERICA FELL IN LOVE with a knobby-kneed, undersized horse named Seabiscuit. A horse that was given up on and given a half-blind rider, but went on to win the “match of the century” and the hearts of a struggling nation.

A half-century later, a couple from Southern California fell in love with a gaunt, sickly, given-up-for-the-glue-factory horse named Delaney. A horse that has gone on to defy the odds, and to help define the Mammoth Lakes 4th of July Parade for close to twenty years.

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SOMETHING ELSE YOUR FATHER NEVER WARNED YOU ABOUT!

Story and photos by Mike McKenna

Screw the Man-Bag!

IN A WORLD FULL OF THINGS LIKE MANZIERS and bros, pills that cause four-hour erections and where even a butt-ugly guy like David Letterman can have a sex scandal, you’d think that a man could carry around a bag. But it appears that a “man-bag” is something that simply defies that natural order of things.

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