When I see the city limit sign in the distance I usually put the pedal down and drive too fast.
As soon as I see the sign, leaving 45 zone I drive my Subaru as fast as I can through the wide sweeping turns.
It feels good to turn up the music, windows down and the wind blowing my hair and sing at the top of my lungs and drive just outside of my mountain home town.
Mountain people call this area of the mountain The Rim.
Our local highway is unique as it runs along the rim of the mountainside.
This road terrifies my friends who are not from around here.
They see the shear cliff drop offs and ask me to drive slower.
Today I had a friend of mine I went to high school with in the car with me, as we drifted in and out of the corners, loving my new tires and the way they do not squeal as I drive a few miles above the speed limit, keeping an eye out for sheriffs as I cruise past fields of green ferns on the right hand side of the highway.
It’s the last day of summer and we are driving fast down mountain highways for one last dip in the cool creek waters before the days of autumn; apple picking in Oak Glen, camping trips with camp fires burning in the evenings and nights spent drinking good German beer at Oktoberfest in Big Bear.
The end of summer means turning the rocky boulders of Deep Creek into water park slides for the kids and spending afternoons floating on inner tubes in the creek waters as thunder storms build in the distance.
Evenings seem to come faster in late September and although it was ninety degrees at the creek thirty minutes ago, the wind starts to pick up as the thunder storms roll closer and it’s just about time to go, bidding farewell to creek season in 2013.
Living in a resort town means driving home in just a wet bikini under a canopy of oak and pine trees. This is normal around these parts, kind of like living at the beach.
This evening feels like saying good bye to summer 2013 as the sun dips lower among the pines.
As soon as I see the sign, leaving 45 zone I drive my Subaru as fast as I can through the wide sweeping turns.
It feels good to turn up the music, windows down and the wind blowing my hair and sing at the top of my lungs and drive just outside of my mountain home town.
Mountain people call this area of the mountain The Rim.
Our local highway is unique as it runs along the rim of the mountainside.
This road terrifies my friends who are not from around here.
They see the shear cliff drop offs and ask me to drive slower.
Today I had a friend of mine I went to high school with in the car with me, as we drifted in and out of the corners, loving my new tires and the way they do not squeal as I drive a few miles above the speed limit, keeping an eye out for sheriffs as I cruise past fields of green ferns on the right hand side of the highway.
It’s the last day of summer and we are driving fast down mountain highways for one last dip in the cool creek waters before the days of autumn; apple picking in Oak Glen, camping trips with camp fires burning in the evenings and nights spent drinking good German beer at Oktoberfest in Big Bear.
The end of summer means turning the rocky boulders of Deep Creek into water park slides for the kids and spending afternoons floating on inner tubes in the creek waters as thunder storms build in the distance.
Evenings seem to come faster in late September and although it was ninety degrees at the creek thirty minutes ago, the wind starts to pick up as the thunder storms roll closer and it’s just about time to go, bidding farewell to creek season in 2013.
Living in a resort town means driving home in just a wet bikini under a canopy of oak and pine trees. This is normal around these parts, kind of like living at the beach.
This evening feels like saying good bye to summer 2013 as the sun dips lower among the pines.
