How Lucky Are We in the High Sierras?

This time of year is so awesome in the Sierras.  The weather is perfect.  The bike riding and the rollerblading call for a perfect amount of clothing — not too hot, not too cold (unless you leave home at 9 am).  The trees are beginning to turn and the sky is so blue.  Our little town is at its shrunken self with very few vacationers so we don’t have too much traffic and when we go out we mostly see locals and have time to stop and chat with them.  The bittersweet about this situation is that we all know that this beauty is also a harbinger of the winter that will descend upon us at any time now.  I know that the white stuff is also beautiful and so needed but I have enjoyed this summer so much that I don’t want to see it go again.  Its time to put away the trailer, plant the bulbs, tie up the trees, pull up the automatic watering system, put the summer clothing in the attic and pull out the corduroys and levis.    

I just got an e-mail from a friend who is in the Costa Mesa area on business.  She cannot wait to get home and says “we are so lucky we live where we do.”  I totally agree.  I cannot even imagine living anywhere but Truckee, except sometimes in the dead of January when the snow is 8 feet high outside my door and the driveway is icy, and the possibility of seeing dirt again is at least 3 months away. 

Okay, enough of that, I am just going to go out and enjoy the rest of this beautiful autumn!!

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