Mammoth mountain is a 5 hour drive from Los Angeles, and it's a good thing because it's usually really nice to be 5 hours away from LA.

   It's not that we don't like where we live, we don't, it's more like we enjoy being someplace else if possible.

   Our pals Renee & Jeff came along, and we rented a condo in the new Village. The great thing about the new Village is that it's got its own gondola that takes you right to the main lodge.

   They've done a good job creating a "little Whistler" with the new Village. There's restaurants and clubs, plus a whole bunch of boutiques and shops.

   Anyway, the mountain had received about 25 inches of new snow two days prior, so we lucked out on conditions.

   Brian, and a couple friends from work, Amir and Jason were there too, along with Dideir Malenfant & crew from Ready at Dawn Studios.

   Of course there was the required partying, and gratuitous photos of people grinding against each other, making obnoxious faces, and generally acting like 'tards.

   After three late nights and two long days, we were wiped out. We even managed to do some snowboarding!

  -Rob & Nicole

The long drive is made tolerable by the addition of Playstation2, DVDs, and of course, camp songs!

Here's Renee and Nicole, singng the praises of V8. Later at the Chevron station, they raced each other for the ladies' room.

Jeff's actually in the middle of a really cool move where he jumped 20 feet but like stayed only 2 centemeters from the ground the WHOLE TIME!!!

Looking North from the summit. The air was so clear from the low humidity, you could see about 70-80 miles. No help at all when you're falling down the mountain with only your tailbone as a brake.

The rescue station at the summit. You can tell by this photo it thinks it's a bad-ass.

The view Northwest. Yosemite National Park is just out of the picture to the left. Blame my cheap camera for lack of wide-angle mode.

The gondola, and beyond, mountains that shield Death Valley from the rest of California.

Do people look cool in goggles? Just ask these two fashionistas.

"Hey Rob, your ding is showing again, aren't you freezing?"

A slowly advancing pack of eyeless snow horrors makes it's way toward Jeff... Bravely, he does what any professional photographer does and snaps shot after shot before he is overcome by a hundred tiny, cold, clawing hands.

"HEY, I'm not gettin'  up 'till I get my god-darn hot chocolate!"

If you stand really still and hold your breath, you can almost hear the spiritual whisp of chairlifts...

Nicole, just before putting Renee's eye out with a set of giant blue testicles.

From left: Renee, Jason, Brian, Amir, Rob, and Jeff.

"AAAHHH, Ehhhhhh, rowr..."

"Here, let me adjust your neck, it'll make a horrible noise and then feel better. But, if you flinch as I'm doing it you could die."

"Renee, your fly is open! Here, keep it pressed against my bum-bum so nobody notices!"

Renee stabs Brian's left eye with her "Index Spear" move. Meanwhile, Nicole stabs a few ice cubes with Brian's straw.

"SMOOCH...Hmmm...GAGAGAGA"

Sleeping off the excess revelry.