Chris Erskine: I've had enough death for a while; I need a little life … adrenaline … a yodel or two
They follow me, a man with a snowy mustache and credit problems, deep into the Sierra. It sounds like a Brothers Grimm fairy tale, except the Uber arrives with tire chains and the lumberjacks only take Venmo.
Sure, the lackluster Mammoth dining scene is the biggest danger. They can't even manage a decent glass of water up here; it tastes like the detergent they rinsed it in. But they can pour a nice glass of happy juice. I devoted Saturday
