May 2018- Sunday evening; five p.m. I was just trying to commute home on our alpine edged mountain highways to Big Bear Lake. There had been almost no traffic leaving the Los Angeles area, I picked up my organic rotisserie chicken for the two hour drive and faster then you can say free range chicken …
Two days ago I was standing so close to the summit of Mt Baldy joking about venison. Man do I love me some venison. Throw it in a curry, slap it in a protein burger. Bambi’s may be cute but they are also delicious. Until they destroy your car. But jokes aside there is nothing funny …
There is nothing like two back to back days off, stuck in the mountains in the fall. Well I say I’m stranded on the mountain today but that is not incredibly true. Yesterday I drove the backside of highway 38 to meet Mary an hour and twenty …
The hills are a dry, dusty dirt mess as I head out of town. This drought is destroying our once beautiful national forest. Years ago when I commuted this mountain highway to work in the spring time the hills would be a bright and vibrant green reminding me of Ireland, a foreign …