here in the high desert, our seasons are erratic. we have been posting fotos of the floods for opposition to the $inister $inclares - i don't have pics from the great flood of 1990 something - 3 feet of wet snow before Xmas, then a long rain - nice, nice flooding.

the hawthorn tree in front of our house looked like a giganitc freakin' snowcone. a whole lot of people could not get out of their driveway and those who did should not have.

have you ever seen a dooley on the side of the road?

another winter, i drove to reno to fly to san diego to spend a week with my cousins. I was at a friend's house in Carson City, perched above the hell's bells farm land while she was matting my wild horse foto for me - her pic - Robin Travis, a blue/grey mat and the frame made by my husband is hanging in our exercise/office room. i was mesmerized by the steady snowfall . when i drove to the airport later that day, snow was fairly clear from the highway. i didn't even white-knuckle drive - it was not bad. a dooley had skidded and pulled off to the side of the highway.

i miss our big snowstorms. the winters have been mild. we did have our atmospheric river - 36 hours of rain a couple of weeks ago. Ziggy loved walking in it - no, Ziggy is not a cat. he is a bear.

what i really hate is hibernating in summertime. we hardly went to tahoe last summer because of the f%!&g california wildfires.

carry on my wayward son.

Her writing muse lurks in the volcanic hills amidst mustangs, marmots and jackalopes. While hiking with her dogs, Ann stumbles upon stories of dark humor.