How Breakfast at a California Marie Callander’s Led to Santa Fe’s Coyote Cafe for Dinner

Still new to each other, I met Clif for breakfast at the local Marie Callander’s after buttoning up the final days of the 1986 Antelope Valley Fair… Read more “How Breakfast at a California Marie Callander’s Led to Santa Fe’s Coyote Cafe for Dinner”

Full Moon Mountain

The gentle slope from the lift allows me to find a place without skier traffic. I take in the magnificent view below — a village nestled in the pines, to an expanse of a muted brown, deep green and mauve rural valley. A chilled wind adds pink to my face. Another swipe of chapstick protects my lips, a swig of water trickles down my throat like fuel for the ride downhill.