The last few months have been a tizzy. For a few weeks I slept in a different place each night. Some of those nights were spent at my friend’s friend’s girlfriend’s parent’s house. Quite a connection, eh? Others were spent in a room above a church. A few spent in my car. Some spent in an employee housing room in Mammoth. More spent in the UCSD ski team house. Quite a few days at the Beto-6 foreclosed house. Lastly, and by far the most interesting were the nights I spent with Jarette Capelli in the back of his ’96 Mitsubishi Montero. My car was the kitchen and his was the tent.
There is nothing like a friend during crazy and unpredictable times. A person who is in the same place as you, and will share experiences with you. That dude was Jarette. We made each day a complete adventure filled with laughs, Jim Croce, hot tubs, cooking pasta and whiskey.
Good friends make life enjoyable. I can’t even imagine how lame my experience at Mammoth would have been if it were not for Jarette. I met him in a parking lot. The same lot that I met my future wife in. Outside of Canyon Lodge in Mammoth. He was the parking lot attendant.
I will never forget the times that Jarette and I had together. Each night we found ourselves the same predicament. Where are we going to sleep? Where are we going to cook dinner? What are we going to do?
I would say that life is meaningless unless there is someone to experience it with.
