After much pleading, Alex finally agreed to search for his pants. Finding someone's bra and panties instead, he proceeded to model them for us. There's not enough therapy in the world to rid you of that image.
Sean crawled into his sleeping bag backwards. The next 20 minutes would be the darkest and dizziest of his young life.
Christine wore reflective glasses to hide her tears of joy.
Paka wore orange goggles because...um....he's always dreamed of being a tangerine.
Wes didn't understand why he wasn't moving. He had his boots, Christine was giving him a good push, he should be zooming away by now.
Andy and Alex were thinking they might like to spend the rest of their lives in these frigid mountains. Now, if they could only solve the shrinkage issue, they'd be set.
The ski patrol had warned Wes once already about ski pole jousting. But what did those flatfoots know. It was time to defend his fair lady's honor!
Andy had dreamed of one day being photographed by munchkins. Today was that day.
Part of Lake Tahoe. And no, that island is not where they filmed Lord of the Flies, The Beach, or Castaway. It is, however, home to a fairly upscale porno studio.
"Here we have a line of native pine trees. You'll notice directly ahead, a giant wave of acid. Acid?! Oh my god, my eyes are burning! The googles, they do nothing!"
After much strife, Alex finally became the king of his own bowel movements.
Nothing brings a group together like a photograph. Except maybe a 30mph collision on the slopes. But let's not dwell on what we cannot change.
It was all fun and games until Alex "accidentally" heaved a 40lb boulder at Steve, crushing his face like a ripe grape.
"Why are you touching my thigh? No no...don't stop."
Lora got a thrill out of tripping young children and then photographing their reaction. Call it a quirk. But don't call the cops, we hear they frown on such things.
Steve liked to salute any sizable body of water. Something about "Sergeant Poseidon." Yeah, we didn't ask further.