If it’s July and I’m anywhere in my home state of California then I hope and pray I’m somewhere on a trail in the eastern Sierra Nevada Mountain Range. I have an unhealthy lust for the craggy mountains and the pine-filled forests. I yearn to swim in the alpine lakes, still freezing cold with snow …
It’s wildfire season, again, here in southern California. On the chilly east coast, y’all may refer to the first week of September as fall as you pull on your comfy sheepskin Ugg boots and order a pumpkin spice frappalatte from the local Starbucks. Here in California, in the valleys down below my mountain home, Californians …