Not many pictures on this trip and even less (zero) from another Mammoth trip (Doug, Sean, Judy, and myself) two weekends prior (the one where we couldn’t get the key to work in the front door).

For this trip, only Patty, Judy, and myself ended up going. Brian had planned to go as well, but had to drop out because of work commitments. The drive up was mostly uneventful, although we almost ran out of gas in the long gap after Kramer Junction.

After the big dump in December, Mammoth hadn’t gotten much snow, if any, since. Conditions were not the greatest - hard pack and a bit of ice in some places. Worse, the crowds were terrible! People really need to stop breeding like rabbits! Despite the conditions, we did find some good runs such as Lower Dry Creek Canyon, and much to my delight, we found a great little terrain park next to the Unbound Main Park.

Eric and a group of 20+ were also in Mammoth that weekend, but strangely, we did not see any of them on the slopes. That evening, we were all pretty pooped so we just decided to eat in. I picked up some food (and also getting myself slightly lost along the way) from Matsu, a local Japanese restaurant, and we ate dinner while watching Agassi defeat Srichiphan. Patty was enamored by that name as she could not help but to utter “Srichiphan Srichiphan Srichiphan” whenever the announcer mentioned that name.

The theme song for the trip was likely Detachable Penis, the lyrics of which are posted below for your singing pleasure. Despite having an interesting theme song, the snow conditions did not improve. We woke up on Sunday all feeling really tired. The weather was better this day - the sun was out so it was probably warmer than the day before. However, it did not snow at all the evening so condition were likely the same or worse. We made a calculated decision to just head home. Are we getting old or what?

So it was a short trip and quite a way to drive for one day of riding. Oh well. I was lazy with the camera so didn’t get many pics/vids.

For longevity, here’s the lyrics to Patty’s theme song of the trip:

Lyrics to “Detachable Penis” by King Missile
(courtesy of Patty)

I woke up this morning with a bad hangover
And my penis was missing again.
This happens all the time.
It’s detachable.

[background singing begins: "detachable penis" over and over]

This comes in handy a lot of the time.
I can leave it home, when I think it’s gonna get me in trouble,
or I can rent it out, when I don’t need it.
But now and then I go to a party, get drunk,
and the next morning I can’t for the life of me
remember what I did with it.
First I looked around my apartment, and I couldn’t find it.
So I called up the place where the party was,
they hadn’t seen it either.
I asked them to check the medicine cabinet
’cause for some reason I leave it there sometimes
But not this time.
So I told them if it pops up to let me know.
I called a few people who were at the party,
but they were no help either.
I was starting to get desperate.
I really don’t like being without my penis for too long.
It makes me feel like less of a man,
and I really hate having to sit down every time I take a leak.
After a few hours of searching the house,
and calling everyone I could think of,
I was starting to get very depressed,
so I went to the Kiev, and ate breakfast.
Then, as I walked down Second Avenue towards St. Mark’s Place,
where all those people sell used books and other junk on the street,
I saw my penis lying on a blanket
next to a broken toaster oven.
Some guy was selling it.
I had to buy it off him.
He wanted twenty-two bucks, but I talked him down to seventeen.
I took it home, washed it off,
and put it back on. I was happy again. Complete.
People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached,
but I don’t know.
Even though sometimes it’s a pain in the ass,
I like having a detachable penis.

[background voices continue to sing "detachable penis" for a while, then out]

Posted by Roger at 3:00 pm.