My friend RC who I rode mini bikes with back in the 60's when we were tiny knobbies take my drz and his 650 Honda to Mammoth Mountain. Supposedly to see some of the Moto but end up riding and golfing with of course the requisite amount of drinking. Base camp day 1 Redrock In the morning we head up the slab and cross 8 miles of some fairly deep sand to the bizarre Burro Schmidt tunnel and an abandoned but protected miners camp. we are 300 or so feet into the cave the white hole is the entrance we head back but it goes much farther 2200 feet in all or so at the restaurant i have an excellent breakfast burrito and we visit with a couple KTM riders one of whom unhappily repairs a flat The poster girl of Jawbone has had 1 too many of their burritos. next we play 9 holes at the Mount Whitney golf club it is much nicer on the course than you would think flying by it on hwy395 it looks hardly better than miniature golf that is not the case once you are on Day 1 comes to a close we are now in Mammoth this is our perch for the rest of our stay a little place I lucked upon in 97. Life has been very kind to us at times.