I’m a child of the eighties. I grew up with cassette tapes. My parents made me play outside. We had a rotary wall phone if anyone were to call. And don’t even think of trying to make a long-distance call! I remember when we first got a huge monstrosity of a computer and then dial-up …
I definitely snowshoe up mountains so that I can shove a dark chocolate cake in my face. Did you know that snowshoeing up a mountain burns over one thousand calories an hour? That sounds like a challenge to me! Luckily here in Big Bear Lake, we have two feet of slightly icy snow if you …
Of all the things hidden down in the deep depths of our stand-alone freezer when I was a kid, buffalo was not one of them. That old stinky 80’s freezer may have been full of thirty frozen Whoppers from Burger King after the great Whopper sale of ’89 but anything healthy and normal like ground …
“This is going to be the greatest snowstorm Big Bear Lake has seen in a century!” These are the words I have been hearing shouted from the snowy rooftops all over our ski resort town for the last week. I personally wrote them the way Donald Trump would proclaim a big ass snow storm rolling …
It was nine a.m. and I was struggling through four feet of wet snow, snowshoeing almost straight up a white mountain. It might have been forty degrees outside but I was sweating big time in my favorite North Face winter jacket, as I sucked in the arctic cold air and I perspired under my day pack. …