One of our buddies – this is the pug, and there was also a little black sausage-ish dog that hung around the place we stayed all the time.

Notice that I’m green, and I’m about to win.

This is in one of the many bar-buildings. They are these weird buildings which contain around 20 different bars, each of which is operated independently and is only big enough for about 20-ish people to sit at a bar.

Crazy guy with hoses/tubes hanging off him who dropped out from a hammock hanging near the ceiling and proceeded to do some weird

Tina took a liking to the ladies. I think she’s in love.

This was me, packed up and getting ready to make the hike back down to Bottcher’s Gap and then head home.

Awesome colors – everything from bright yellow through brown, red, gold, to rich, dark greens.

One of many.

Day hike from near Apple Tree (up from Bottcher’s Gap), heading around past Devil’s Peak towards Pine Creek campsite.

One of many amazing valley views in the area.

Turns out that we accidentally didn’t sleep at the actual Apple Tree campsite, but we had this view, so it was well worth it.

Lots of sections like this.

The view early in the day at the show.

This shot is a stitched together copy of a number of shots, all taken in sequence as one of the skiiers came down the jump.

We went out later and between venues passed through Yerba Buena Gardens which are quite impressive at night.

Highlight of the day – Tony Hawk was there and ripped it up on the half-pipe. He’s getting older, but damn, the guy can still move.

Kaya Turski took a really, really bad accident, which was made worse by the negligently put together ski jump (don’t get me started). I don’t know how she ended up, but I hope she was ok.

We were allowed right down on the field which was a special enough even in it’s own right.

Very chic bar just off the main strip called Onix. It’s run by the people who produce “Noche” magazine, and it’s got a very slick interior. Oh, and they play all their music from Pandora!

L-R Taylor, her sister Kendall, Jessica (a.k.a Reese Witherspoon)

Seemed to be crawling with nothing but too-old women wearing too-little clothing, drinking too-much alcohol and dancing too-hard for their weary bones.

Dodgy big club for all the gringo’s.

Connecting sections of the hotel together.

What is this sign saying? No leaning? No pretending to walk off in a direction? No old people with bad backs?

L-R Justin, Neil (with Brody), Nate, Me.

It doesn’t get much more “on the beach” than this.

Nate and Taylor hired a pair of professional Salsa instructors to come along and dance, then show us how to do some of it. It was awesome fun, but it was around 85 degrees, so there was sweat flying everywhere!

Everywhere our group sat all weekend was officially “The Fun Table”. We even had a sign for the reception party

Taylor has some of the cake’s candy!

Such a cool idea. The cake was actually a pinata, which Nate (and Taylor) smashed after the wedding. It was filled with crazy Mexican candy as well.

The ceremony is over, it’s time to eat, drink and dance!

Nate took a shot of tequila… in his eye.

L-R: Ray, Toph, Nate

Lesson #1 of responsible drinking: eat first.