For as long as I’ve been able to drive, and except for the years living in China, I have always driven up into Angeles Crest National Forest to Mt. Lowe at some point during the week between Christmas and New Year. I sit and look out at the pine trees and think about the upcoming year. I consider my plans and resolutions. My annual tradition.
Sometimes there is snow, but I fear that our climate is changing so fast that there will never be snow again on these winter visits.
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