Dear diary, It’s 10:30 a.m. and it has been raining cats and dogs for forty-eight hours now. I have not laced up my North Face hikers snow boots and hit the trail, any trail, with my favorite four-legged mutt in fifty-five hours, ten minutes and four seconds. I’m feeling wired, and edgy from all the …
This would be the most fantastic rainy day ever if I wasn’t sneezing my ass off. This is technically my second spring time full time in Big Bear, which is only thirty minutes up the road from the pine forest where I grew up and lived for thirty years. So how is it that you …