Why We Moved To California...
We used to live in this little cottage on 4 acres in Connecticut, and it was this storm that provided the kicker to set us on our way 40 years ago. I hated humid, mosquito infested summers, and my wife, Sammy, hated cold, mosquitoes, humidity and snow shoveling (she shoveled most of this 200-foot long driveway herself, while I was at work), and when another storm moved in right after this one, she said to me, “Rog, why don’t we move to California?” To which I replied, “o.k.” Actually, the rattle snakes provided a bit of an incentive to move, too (see The Rattlers for the rattler story). So, we sold our home, I resigned from my job and piled our two German Shepherds, our year-old son and my pregnant (surprise!!) wife into our brand new '67 Chevy Bel Aire wagon and headed west, with no job in sight. All we knew was we wanted a Mediterranean climate (dry summers and mild, wet winters), and because we both had majored in Geography in college, we knew where to find it. Never, for even one second, have either of us regretted that move.
I posted this shot over a year ago, but with all the snow the rest of the country is getting and all the great winter images being posted by my Flickr friends, I was feeling left out, and being too lazy to drive 150 miles to the Sierras to get some snow shots, I decided to post this one again.
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