I'm a bit bummedto be pulling out the parking lot of Mt. Bachelor shortly before my cousin heads back up the lift to attempt his first backflip on a snowboard. But judging from my girlfriend's tone during our short phone call, I'm making the right decision.
The locals take a quick glance as the three of us walk in the door, but they don't put down their forks or newspapers. We take a seat in the nearest red vinyl chairs and faux oak table and turn our off-white ceramic mugs right-side up.