
Spring in the High Sierra
Turkish Eggs
We arrived at our cabin on a sunny but nippy day at the end of April. Twelve-foot-high snow banks still lined our driveway, four feet
We arrived at our cabin on a sunny but nippy day at the end of April. Twelve-foot-high snow banks still lined our driveway, four feet
This winter has been extreme at our cabin. We’d already gotten 8’ of snow, and more was in the forecast. An avalanche destroyed one house
Our Alpine community was inundated by a blizzard this January. Nine atmospheric rivers flowed through the eastern Sierra, dumping about 8’ of snow over only
The falling snow was beautiful and magical, but relentless. We alternated shoveling the entrances to our cabin and keeping the driveway open
A storm that dropped three feet of snow over 24 hours had us cabin bound, except for brief periods outside to shovel snow and run
On a bright autumn day, it is easy to see why John Muir called the Sierra “The Range of Light.” The aspen trees shimmer
The air was crystal clear, the sky a true Sierra blue, the temp around 73°F, a perfect day to take our guests, Blas and Vanessa,
At the end of summer, Apple Hill, the fabulous organic farm near our cabin, harvests crate after crate of gorgeous, flavorful heirloom tomatoes in what
Our dog Atticus Finch is responsible for our buying an alpine cabin. Before adopting him, we rented a small chalet for a week every summer,