The fish are biting in Bridgeport

Well my dad and his friend Barbara Ellis flew west from Florida for a week of Sierra Nevadaadventure.   After touring down 49 to Coloma, Columbia, Sonora and Bridgeport we zipped through Yosemite and wound up in Bridgeport for some fishing.    Though Twin Lakes was stone-cold dead, they were definitely biting … Continue reading

My wascally wabbit

Looks like I’ve got a housemate for the winter: He crawls out from under the front porch every so often and just sits there, motionless, for several hours on end. Meditating? What do wabbits meditate about? Tweet