Many of you will have heard of California's recent woes, when Mother Nature dumped eight feet of snow in the southern mountains, closing roads and stranding thousands.
As a weekend snowboard instructor at Big Bear Mountain Resort, I felt compelled to make my way to work through the storm.
I shouldn't have.
My weekend consisted of hours of skidding around on snow-covered roads, digging out pathways, digging out cars—and more of the same when I actually got to the resort. Here you see your beloved author clearing the Magic Carpet, a conveyor belt which carries new riders to the top of the learning hill.
But there weren't any new riders, because anyone with sense stayed off the mountain. When the storm finally abated for a few hours, I scurried off the hill to my home in the desert. Good thing I did, because the mountain highways were closed completely for almost two weeks thereafter.
Why is Dapple Hiding?
She thinks if she sneaks under the couch, I won't find her.
And if I can't find her, she won't have to ride in the car.
Why is she afraid of riding in the car? The noise? The speed? My bad driving?
It's a mystery.
