As soon as we realized the keys were missing I knew it was those damn marmots. It had to be those cute marmots who I just couldn’t get enough of. I had literally spent the last hour wandering our camp site and instead of singing “Here kitty, kitty” I was shaking a bag of organic sprouted …
If I was going to name my book it would be The Audacity of Destroying my Ankle the First Night of Camping. Good morning from the high sierras. ( over 8,000 feet) As I sit in my tent, somehow try to pull my Uggs over my severely swollen ankle and contemplate making campfire coffee. I …
My boyfriend dared me to take this book on vacation with us. I always except a dare. Even if it involves Comrade Obama. Our first night of camping I was tempted to leave this book on our 45th president in the porta potty where it belongs but then I reconsidered and thought how fun to …
My boyfriend calls me his little chipmunk. This is not normally a complement. It’s normally something he says when I’m in the middle of cleaning the house, shaving the cats, making three types of salad dressing at the same time and also roasting some vegetables or possibly making home made cat food. ( Because besides …
Highway 395 may be a huge pain in the butt on the weekends but once you get past the ghetto of ugly Victorville about two hours up this lonesome highway you hit the tiny town of Lone Pine. (A town, which interestingly enough only has two bars, or eh, saloons as we would call them in …