Springtime used to mean Painted Lady Butterflies migrating through our alpine town. Last year springtime was baby donkeys grazing on the spring grass, wild lavender belly flowers on the Pacific Crest Trail and beavertail prickly pear cactus ripe with purple tart fruit. You knew it was officially springtime in Big Bear Lake, California when you …
Earlier in the week I had to take a break from gluten-free baking and roasting jalapenos to put on a fashion show for the kitty cats. Yes, this might just be day fifty of quarantine and have I lost it? Have I been locked inside our home mostly and our remote mountain community away from …
I don’t usually add pork rinds to a healthy salmon recipe but I don’t usually hike two thousand feet up to the top of a mountain with ten-foot snowdrifts without snowshoes either. So I guess there is a first time for everything. As in hiking until your cankles bleed because you decided to hike to …
The first time I rode on a motorbike it was in tropical Goa India. And yes, I was almost forty years old. And yes, riding a motorbike behind my love on an Indian dirt road with no helmet was more than a little bit terrifying. Thank God we rode straight to Paradise Beach and then …
I feel like it was just yesterday that we were traveling through the jungles of India, in a world without toilet paper. This was a perfectly normal situation in India. In India, every toilet has a bidet, even in a filthy truck stop. No one uses toilet paper. I’m sure my boyfriend’s family back in …