WHITE CHRISTMAS?

Eagle Base

It was a post Thanksgiving storm like the other recent fronts. Dry and cold. Since early October's 18 inch snow Mammoth had accumulated less than a foot. The difference this time was the hostile wind--clocked at over 150 mph on the Mountain-- careening out of the north accelerated by the eggbeater of counter spinning high and a low pressure systems in upper Nevada.

My roof started coming apart at 11:00. An awful hammering above our bedroom like some twilight zone monster chopping through the rafters. I bundled up and circled the house with a flashlight. One of the 24 foot long interlocking steel panels had torn loose at the eve and was clapping against the roof sheeting. I'd thought about tightening the screws this summer, after all it had been 20 years, but never got around to it. Now, I imagined one panel after the other peeling off like a deck of playing cards and tearing through the neighborhood .

Canyon Lodge

I rounded up my wife and we wrastled our 24 foot aluminum extension ladder through the wind and stuck it tentatively in the glacial remnants of our last snow. The ladder swayed in the breeze as we ran it up.

"This is crazy," Barbara said fighting  to keep the ladder from skating off the sloping frozen ground and into our neighbor  Bob's house. Nothing doing anyway. We were one rung short of the roof line. We retreated to the garage and swapped for a shorter ladder.

Things weren't much more secure from the second floor deck as I stood on a high rung and leaned over the roof to replace the loose screws. By tipping the ladder onto one leg and underclinging the front eve I could just reach the last screw with my electric drill. Barbara was whimpering on the snow dusted deck. "This isn't worth dying for." I got in three good screws.

Main Lodge

Back in bed all was quiet at first. I'd get a roofer out in the morning. Then after less than 30 minutes kerwhap, whap. Horrible, metallic, like the Blitz. Sleep was futile. Barb withdrew to a downstairs bedroom. I went out to survey the situation. My 2 inch screws had all pulled and the upwind interlocking seam had lifted, zippering all the way to the ridge. The panel was flapping like an outhouse door. It was only a matter of time before it cut loose.

Here's the thing about metal roofs. The sheets are customized for length and color. A replacement could take weeks to make. I lay awake listening for the inevitable ricochet of my roof panel caroming down the street, resolved to chase after it and drag it back to the garage.

When my neighbor called at 9:00 I'd been asleep for about two hours. The wind had slackened and the panel was still flapping. I called Mike Kenney Roofing. Within 45 minutes Mike's crew, tethered on opposite sides of the roof, had set things to right. Hold the wind, I'll take 40 feet of snow.

Crews at Mammoth Mountain Ski Resort have been furiously making snow over the past weeks. From most reports the skiing is good. Canyon Lodge and Little Eagle are scheduled to be open by December 14th!