“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 …
May 2018- Sunday evening; five p.m. I was just trying to commute home on our alpine edged mountain highways to Big Bear Lake. There had been almost no traffic leaving the Los Angeles area, I picked up my organic rotisserie chicken for the two hour drive and faster then you can say free range chicken …
Some people may love Los Angeles The Getty, Disneyland, Griffin Park, Pacific Ocean, blah blah blah. I’m obviously not one of those people. don’t get me wrong, I’m happy as a clam when I’m safe at home at six thousand feet among the pines and the fresh alpine scented air in my mountain get away …
Living in the mountains has its ups and downs. I love the winter snowstorms. I can stay curled up inside with my two cats for days, making soup, reading, yelling at cats, and watching horse racing on TVG. The summers in the mountains are just as peaceful. If I could I would spend everyday fishing …
I’m thirty five years old and now I can say I have smothered my hair in cow dung. Happy birthday to me? I celebrated my thirty fifth birthday with an absolutely phenomenal home made crab curry my boyfriend made from scratch. It was a relaxing evening at home having cocktails with our friend and neighbor …