Friday, December 12, 2014
It snowed in the mountains of southern California. If my tires weren't on the bald side, if I had remembered to take the chains out of the trunk of my last car before sending it to the junk yard, I'd spend my weekend snow shoeing. Of course, I'd leave all the gear behind. Let's see, rifle, giant frying pan, bucket, blankets, and who knows what else.