It finally, truly, feels like winter–as winter as winter gets here. But just 80 miles away, up in the mountains it’s dumping snow and I am so jealous not to be there. It’s the one time of year I get truly homesick. Christmas without snow is just wrong. And Christmas in a blinding, close-the-summit blizzard is the BEST.
Photo of Rosie’s, Tahoe City
I have this overwhelming urge to pack up and move back to Tahoe, work a season at Alpine like the old days, cozy in with a nice warm and fuzzy mountain man w/a dog, a fireplace, a 4-wheel drive and telecommuting job. Work via laptop is always so much better. . .
I think I’m getting cabin fever, need to get out and about tonight. Have posted items on DahlilaFound until my eyes are blurry. The post office was 40 deep in waiting today! (Pass.) Packages can go tomorrow. And my car is back AGAIN and working this time, so I have wheels. So, where, where, where do I go?