We went to Mammoth Mountain for some downhill resort skiing. I think that whole recession thing kept the LA crazies away, so the experience was not bad at all. The snow conditions right after the storm were pleasant!
After we got a small semblance of our ski legs back, we headed down to Rock Creek Lodge.
You can almost imagine old miners sitting on the porch talking about the day's finds. OK, it was probably just a tad warmer. Even with the storm, the snow coverage was pretty thin.
Unlike my waistline after the trip.
This was dessert on New Year's Eve. Some chocolate mousse substance that was heavenly.
Fortunately, the Lodge doggie helped us burn calories by begging to play catch.
We ended the year with a Lodge bonfire. Apparently, there's supposed to be some wildness and mayhem (skiers are a feisty bunch, after all), but Alan got too sick to stay up until midnight.
Hm, I'm having some trouble with posting large photos on this blog using the default editor. Until I can figure this out, they're on Picasa in large format.
