• Residents in the East Bay city of Antioch are being advised to dump any standing water in their yards, as an invasive mosquito known as the “yellow fever” mosquito has been located in the area for several months and was spotted this week following the rain. [KPIX]

National:

• A lawsuit has been filed against Subaru and Toyota over a faulty 12-volt battery installed in their Solterra and bZ4x electric vehicles. The suit claims the battery typically needs to be replaced in just a few months — or less than 10,000 miles, and the companies were aware of the problem before they put the vehicles on the market. [AutoBlog]
• Project 2025 architect Russell Vought was depicted as “the Reaper” in the bizarre AI-generated video that Trump posted on Thursday night. [Huffington Post]

• NASA briefly lost track of a research probe that was launched from the Columbia Scientific Balloon Facility in New Mexico Thursday, which ended up crash-landing on a Texas farm. [BBC]
• The creator of the animated Netflix series Dead End: Paranormal Park, which ran for two seasons before being cancelled in 2023, has had to go into hiding after Elon Musk publicly targeted him over the protagonist in the show being transgender. [Variety]

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Think you can handle California’s most epic terrain?

“3…2…1… Dropping!,” another Squallywood denizen shouts, declaring to the valley below they’ve embarked on another quest for eternal radness. Since hosting the Olympics in 1960, Squaw has become a fertile incubator for free riders, inspiring people to push their limits in a way that sets it apart from other resorts.

And the feeling is contagious. Flip through any ski magazine, and soon you’ll be dreaming of carving pristine lines into the powdery spines of Denali, or hucking cliffs that would take you way over the cuckoo’s nest. Usually, you close the cover on that fantasy, sense of self-preservation still intact—along with a dose of lotto-ticket-level daydreaming material.

Not here. The locals at Squaw leave the daydreaming to the birds. Ride up any lift, and you’ll spot tracks that will have you asking yourself, “How do you even get there?” Hiking, usually, but the point is, there’s no closing the cover on this magazine—you’re in the middle of it. Luckily, you don’t need an energy drink sponsor to get close to the action and enjoy the show. Some of Squaw’s extreme terrain is its most exposed.

The most iconic feature of Squaw Valley is, unquestionably, the Palisades—a little slice of Alaska right here in California offering some of the steepest terrain in the country, and lines so gnarly their difficulty would be more accurately quantified in yellow snow than in diamonds. Ski patrol closes the Palisades on the weekends to protect overconfident weekend warriors from themselves, but if you’re here on a weekday, take a ride up the Siberia Express and watch the locals let it rip. Consider this viewing experience a reminder to tip well when you go out up here, because health insurance is expensive.

KT-22 is perhaps the most famous chair in North America. Nicknamed the Mothership, it delivers 2,000 vertical feet of steeps, chutes and cliffs. The chair ride itself can be like watching a supercut of your favorite ski movies in mega-tangible-HD reality. The lift passes directly over the Fingers—a massive fist of big mountain terrain that attracts a feeding frenzy on powder days. Up top, you have McConkey’s (formerly the Eagle’s Nest)—a nearly 70-degree face of sheer adrenaline. So take the ride up, and don’t worry, there’s an easy way down if you need it.

At 9,006 feet, Granite Chief is the highest point in the resort, and that might be your condition if you’re thinking about attempting any of the lines up there. To watch those with enough brass make the hike up, take the Granite Chief chair and unload to the right, toward Hidden Bowl. From there you’ll have a good view of the action up top, and the bowl below provides its own brand of challenging fun for the rest of us mortals. Shoot for the trees on the left if you want to get extra radical.

Squaw Valley can be an extreme place but “radical” and “gnarly” are relative terms. It’s a huge resort and offers enough terrain for everyone to have a blast and get down in their own way.

Getting down may be the easy part. The best conditions on the mountain often mean less than amiable road conditions, so getting to the good stuff can be difficult if you don’t have a reliable ride with four-wheel drive. Before your next ski trip swing by your Toyota dealer and check out California’s most-trusted SUVs, and while you’re at it, go to onewithsnow.com for a chance to win free lift tickets to Squaw Valley and Alpine Meadows. See you on the hill!

This post is a sponsored collaboration between Toyota and Gothamist staff.

Think you can handle California’s most epic terrain?

“3…2…1… Dropping!,” another Squallywood denizen shouts, declaring to the valley below they’ve embarked on another quest for eternal radness. Since hosting the Olympics in 1960, Squaw has become a fertile incubator for free riders, inspiring people to push their limits in a way that sets it apart from other resorts.

And the feeling is contagious. Flip through any ski magazine, and soon you’ll be dreaming of carving pristine lines into the powdery spines of Denali, or hucking cliffs that would take you way over the cuckoo’s nest. Usually, you close the cover on that fantasy, sense of self-preservation still intact—along with a dose of lotto-ticket-level daydreaming material.

Not here. The locals at Squaw leave the daydreaming to the birds. Ride up any lift, and you’ll spot tracks that will have you asking yourself, “How do you even get there?” Hiking, usually, but the point is, there’s no closing the cover on this magazine—you’re in the middle of it. Luckily, you don’t need an energy drink sponsor to get close to the action and enjoy the show. Some of Squaw’s extreme terrain is its most exposed.

The most iconic feature of Squaw Valley is, unquestionably, the Palisades—a little slice of Alaska right here in California offering some of the steepest terrain in the country, and lines so gnarly their difficulty would be more accurately quantified in yellow snow than in diamonds. Ski patrol closes the Palisades on the weekends to protect overconfident weekend warriors from themselves, but if you’re here on a weekday, take a ride up the Siberia Express and watch the locals let it rip. Consider this viewing experience a reminder to tip well when you go out up here, because health insurance is expensive.

KT-22 is perhaps the most famous chair in North America. Nicknamed the Mothership, it delivers 2,000 vertical feet of steeps, chutes and cliffs. The chair ride itself can be like watching a supercut of your favorite ski movies in mega-tangible-HD reality. The lift passes directly over the Fingers—a massive fist of big mountain terrain that attracts a feeding frenzy on powder days. Up top, you have McConkey’s (formerly the Eagle’s Nest)—a nearly 70-degree face of sheer adrenaline. So take the ride up, and don’t worry, there’s an easy way down if you need it.

At 9,006 feet, Granite Chief is the highest point in the resort, and that might be your condition if you’re thinking about attempting any of the lines up there. To watch those with enough brass make the hike up, take the Granite Chief chair and unload to the right, toward Hidden Bowl. From there you’ll have a good view of the action up top, and the bowl below provides its own brand of challenging fun for the rest of us mortals. Shoot for the trees on the left if you want to get extra radical.

Squaw Valley can be an extreme place but “radical” and “gnarly” are relative terms. It’s a huge resort and offers enough terrain for everyone to have a blast and get down in their own way.

Getting down may be the easy part. The best conditions on the mountain often mean less than amiable road conditions, so getting to the good stuff can be difficult if you don’t have a reliable ride with four-wheel drive. Before your next ski trip swing by your Toyota dealer and check out California’s most-trusted SUVs, and while you’re at it, go to onewithsnow.com for a chance to win free lift tickets to Squaw Valley and Alpine Meadows. See you on the hill!

This post is a sponsored collaboration between Toyota and Gothamist staff.

Think you can handle California’s most epic terrain?

“3…2…1… Dropping!,” another Squallywood denizen shouts, declaring to the valley below they’ve embarked on another quest for eternal radness. Since hosting the Olympics in 1960, Squaw has become a fertile incubator for free riders, inspiring people to push their limits in a way that sets it apart from other resorts.

And the feeling is contagious. Flip through any ski magazine, and soon you’ll be dreaming of carving pristine lines into the powdery spines of Denali, or hucking cliffs that would take you way over the cuckoo’s nest. Usually, you close the cover on that fantasy, sense of self-preservation still intact—along with a dose of lotto-ticket-level daydreaming material.

Not here. The locals at Squaw leave the daydreaming to the birds. Ride up any lift, and you’ll spot tracks that will have you asking yourself, “How do you even get there?” Hiking, usually, but the point is, there’s no closing the cover on this magazine—you’re in the middle of it. Luckily, you don’t need an energy drink sponsor to get close to the action and enjoy the show. Some of Squaw’s extreme terrain is its most exposed.

The most iconic feature of Squaw Valley is, unquestionably, the Palisades—a little slice of Alaska right here in California offering some of the steepest terrain in the country, and lines so gnarly their difficulty would be more accurately quantified in yellow snow than in diamonds. Ski patrol closes the Palisades on the weekends to protect overconfident weekend warriors from themselves, but if you’re here on a weekday, take a ride up the Siberia Express and watch the locals let it rip. Consider this viewing experience a reminder to tip well when you go out up here, because health insurance is expensive.

KT-22 is perhaps the most famous chair in North America. Nicknamed the Mothership, it delivers 2,000 vertical feet of steeps, chutes and cliffs. The chair ride itself can be like watching a supercut of your favorite ski movies in mega-tangible-HD reality. The lift passes directly over the Fingers—a massive fist of big mountain terrain that attracts a feeding frenzy on powder days. Up top, you have McConkey’s (formerly the Eagle’s Nest)—a nearly 70-degree face of sheer adrenaline. So take the ride up, and don’t worry, there’s an easy way down if you need it.

At 9,006 feet, Granite Chief is the highest point in the resort, and that might be your condition if you’re thinking about attempting any of the lines up there. To watch those with enough brass make the hike up, take the Granite Chief chair and unload to the right, toward Hidden Bowl. From there you’ll have a good view of the action up top, and the bowl below provides its own brand of challenging fun for the rest of us mortals. Shoot for the trees on the left if you want to get extra radical.

Squaw Valley can be an extreme place but “radical” and “gnarly” are relative terms. It’s a huge resort and offers enough terrain for everyone to have a blast and get down in their own way.

Getting down may be the easy part. The best conditions on the mountain often mean less than amiable road conditions, so getting to the good stuff can be difficult if you don’t have a reliable ride with four-wheel drive. Before your next ski trip swing by your Toyota dealer and check out California’s most-trusted SUVs, and while you’re at it, go to onewithsnow.com for a chance to win free lift tickets to Squaw Valley and Alpine Meadows. See you on the hill!

This post is a sponsored collaboration between Toyota and Gothamist staff.

In front of City Hall at a "green vehicle showcase," Mayor Gavin Newsom yesterday announced a partnership between San Francisco and Toyota to advertise their Prius plug-in hybrids. And, as with anything carrying the Green brand, Newsom gets exceptionally excited. And when Newsom gets exceptionally excited, his hands turn into politically-charged fists of fury. More so than usual. Look at him go! He looks like a older Eva Peron.

Anyway, these plug-in hybrids will hit the market in 2012. What's more, "[t]he two Toyota Prius plug-in hybrid vehicles joining San Francisco's fleet today are the first commercial fleet vehicle deliveries in Toyota's U.S. plug-in demonstration program," reports PRNewswire. "Over 150 Prius plug-in hybrid vehicles are being placed across Northern and Southern California and around the nation with universities, corporations, government agencies and in fleet applications like San Francisco."

Video below.

Due to a brake design problem, Toyota plans on recalling their popular Prius, a hybrid car popular with many smug yet eco-friendly Bay Area ilk. According to MarketWatch, around 270,000 vehicles will be recalled. "The Japanese automaker is expected to file with the the U.S. Department of Transportation for a recall to change the control program for the hybrid's anti-lock brake system."

The recall will affect only the third-generation Prius, targeting "only about 100,000 vehicles in the United States."

Toyota Prius drivers--eco-friendly drivers who try their damnedest not to leave their carbon footprint on Mother Earth--have become "a prime target for vandals" in Petaluma. And, according to CBS 5, no one has been able to figure out why.

The odd design of the car? The smug self-righteousness of Prius drivers? For fun? Who's to say. About half a dozen Petaluma Prius owners have had their hybrid cars brutally attacked over the last two weeks: most recently, one was ravaged by the heavy end of a hammer in the middle of the night.

Chilling.

CBS 5's video report has more on what will hopefully become a widespread epidemic. (Oh, we're kidding. Sort of.) Sounds like the work of one person, but...who knows. Would you want to hurt a Prius? Why?