Thanks for sharing such a fine memory. My story is nearly the opposite of yours. Born and raised in south L.A. (San Diego:), I thought I’d never want to live anywhere else .

My husband’s employer packed up his business and moved to Carson City 30 years ago in summer. There was snow year-long in the Sierras then, and our first snow storm in the valley was on Labor Day.

When I go back to the coast, I feel claustrophobic and weighted down by the heavy air. I need to breathe fresh, cold desert air and hike into the foothills nearby to have a view of one mountain range after another.

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.