My parent’s house, far away from sunny SoCal. Molly was a sweatheart who’s much missed. This is the view from the bottom of their driveway. Gorgeous, but out in the boonies.
Right here is the reason that I live in Southern California. Born and raised here, I much prefer the view on Christmas morning (2006) from my convertible then my experience in Scotland (2002) – although I’ll admit it was fun as a temporary visit. Since then, my sister has gone and done the unthinkable, moving herself and family to New England, so I’ve experienced more white Christmases. Brrr. It’s a good thing they’re worth it.
In the spring and summer I have the privilege of racing on this boat. That’s me on the right!