This is the first season since he was super young that Mark hasn’t skied in a resort, a sacrifice he made to keep me safe. (Most of the risk guidelines are developed for “normal” people, so with little info to go on, pre-vaccine we adopted an attitude of “avoid every possible risk.”) It has felt like too much to ask of him, so I’m glad he’s still been able to go on some backcountry adventures, like this trip up Lassen Peak a few weeks ago. 💜
When winter returns unexpectedly, garden tragedy strikes. Or, as my dad called it, “Mother Nature’s reminder to focus on your book.” 😂 Weeping just a little for the death of my big hoops on the perennial beds, and then back to final edits on Wallet Activism. (Yes, we do know about weather forecasts. Living in the mountains generally, living in the Sierra specifically, and living in Tahoe in particular, are all exercises in seeing lots and lots of forecasts for snow that never materialize.)
