Frank, Dino and the rest of the Rat Pack boys are no longer here but as promised in the Flintstone’s theme song come on out and you can have a “gay old time“.
There’s actually some pretty good outdoors activities here that don’t involve a pool or spoiling a good walk with a little white ball invented by the devil (can you tell I’m not a fan of golf?) I went hiking today above Bob Hope’s mushroom looking house.
I did not take L on the hike because of concerns around hiking being bad for her knees. The trail climbed about 1000 feet. Still some snow up on the mountains.