Growing up in the Kern River Valley, I have many great memories of going to Shirley Meadows. Learning how to ski, sledding with church friends, and ditching a day of school to ski with my Dad are among the memories that come to mind. But my most fond memory is of a time when the Robert’s family loaned us two snow mobiles. Joe, my Dad, my cousin Josh, and I blazed the Greenhorn trails and had a blast. Unfortunately, Joe and I were riding together and we hit a bump in the trail and his head flew into the back of mine. The result wasn’t so pretty. Needless to say, Joe had a broken nose. Luckily he forgave me for my poor driving and we laughed about that event for years after.
