I hate when I order a terrible salad at a really good restaurant. Nothing makes me so mad as when I order a great-sounding winter salad at a cafe and the dressing tastes like a store-bought vinaigrette. Okay, almost nothing makes me that mad. These days clickbait journalism is the bane of my existence. If …
Some people may see that thrift store fake Christmas tree and think who needs that crap? I do. I’m the one who wants desperately to buy a new gently used, truly loved thrift store fake Christmas tree. But luckily after an entire day of thrift store Christmas shopping, there was no room in the Subaru …
Let me just make one thing perfectly clear; I hike up eight thousand foot mountains so I can eat shortbread cookies with relatively little guilt. If I am with a group of five or more upbeat Hiker Babes here in Big Bear Lake and at least five ridiculous silly dogs, even better. But what is …
I’ll be the first one to admit I suck at baking Christmas cookies. It’s not that they don’t taste like sugary-bring-on the diabetes Christmas deliciousness. But my attempt at pine tree cookies or chocolate-covered cherries usually turns out to look like green piles of Christmas poo or maybe something my dog might have thrown up. …
Most days I dress as a hiking guide, my henna red hair frizzy and blowing in the mountain wind. My clothes are covered in dog drool and bunches of cat hair. I might wear a vest on a trek through this alpine forest if I am feeling fancy. My life as an outdoor trekking guide …