When I woke up this morning I noticed that it had rained. I thought “How nice! The desert meets the rain.”
When I went to work today, I made a telephonic appearance for a pretrial conference. The judge informed me that my personal presence was required. Since I had mistakenly scheduled the appearance telephonically, my personal presence would be needed the next morning at 9 o’clock.
Oh. I forgot to mention that the court where I have the trial is located in Mono County. For those of you who don’t have as intimate knowledge of California’s geography as I do, Mono County is where the Mammoth Mountain ski resort is located. It is on the eastern face of the High Sierras.
Which is how I came to purchase snow chains, and drive through 250 miles of a thunderstorm in the Sierra Nevada mountains instead of doing productive work today. The rain is not so nice when it turns into ice on the highway and requires you to drive very, very slowly. I thought people drove badly in inclement weather down in Los Angeles. Boy, was I wrong! I cannot believe that there are people who seem to think that they have the ability to drive at 70 miles an hour on ice-covered mountain turns, right next to the Cliffs Of Certain Doom. At night. With high beam headlights at full blast.
What in the summertime would have been a four hour drive took me 7 1/2 hours. Still, I’m very glad that I took it easy and took care to buy the appropriate equipment before driving in all of this muck. Nor is this the first time I have been required to drive through icy, blizzardy conditions. Nevertheless, it is an exhausting prospect. Tomorrow, after I am done dealing with the case in court, I get to do it all over again!
This post is intended to be a postscript to my five-part series on why it is that no one should ever ever want to become a lawyer again. I am quite certain to be the only person in Mammoth Lakes, California who will not be skiing tomorrow. Even the judge will be at liberty to hit the slopes after court is done. I, on the other hand, will be undertaking another 7 1/2 hour drive across black ice above the Cliffs Of Certain Doom, sharing the road with yahoos who believe that all of life is a game of Grand Theft Auto. Get a juris doctorate, and all this can be yours, too.