Metal Magic Mountain had become an annual or biannual or triannual event and this year, we managed to gather quite a posse for rollercoaster-taming adventures.

The 2001 Mountaineer posse: (front) Jamie, Dave Scott; (middle) Vic Baddour, Ana "TeaPee" Greco, Tony Stray, Carol Anderson, Fro, Doug's brother, Doug, Tracy Keifer, me, Irma Colmenares; (back) Brian Scott, Denis "the Moshking" Recendez, Solomon Keifer, and Horacio Colmenares.

Waiting in line for hours on end in the middle of the summer is well worth it when you're waiting for the Roaring Rapids. Here the posse catches a small amount of shade while we prepare for mega-soakin!

Dripping wet! Park goers are strongly cautioned to NEVER get in a raft with us! Not only do we enjoy the ride's splashing tendencies, we enhance them with water fights of our own so that no one comes out dry. Our group was split into two this year; the majority of the group were soaked to death on one boat, the smaller group (not pictured) came out dry. But hell, we were nice and cool for HOURS after this ride!

As we made our way to Superman, we realized that four of us were wearing the exact same shoes and socks! Great minds think alike, or damn, we're all nerds? you decide....

The theming at Magic Mountain leaves much to be desired, even before it resigned itself to being the "Xtreme Park". However, Ana and I caught a rare appearance of characters Bugs Bunny and Sylvester for a photo. Just like being at Disneyland... only it's not. and we're not.

The rest of the night included lots of rides, a great big turkey leg, and serenades for Denis. By the time the park kicked us out, we were still far from knackered. Another successful jaunt to the land o rollercoasters!