Jeffery, a long-time resident of Cook Peak, died Tuesday, April 26, 2016, at the ripe old age of twelve. That’s sixty-four in human years and quite an achievement for a sheep! He will always be remembered for his massive wool coat, happy disposition, and keen observational skills, which served as an alarm system. Born in…
Month: March 2018
Snow
In 1999, it snowed enough to build a snowman in Bakersfield. We bundled the girls and bolted out the front door into a glorious, unexpected Wonderland. Friends called, wanting us to explore the city, but we declined, sure of weather-related mayhem on the streets of Bakersfield. Instead, we helped our young daughters roll snow across…
Falling Cow
At the east entrance of The Canyon, there’s a yellow and black pictorial road sign warning motorists to beware of rockslides in the canyon. If you slow down and look carefully, among the rocks is a falling cow. We drove through The Canyon on a Sunday morning. It was a bright blue day, and the…
The Canyon
I refused to drive The Canyon before we moved to Cook Peak. Its 20 miles of windy road churned my stomach, especially late at night. The road is narrow. People drive too fast. They cut corners, tailgate, pass unsafely, and flash their high beams and middle finger. My worst fear, crashing head-on and plunging hundreds…
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