Monthly Archives: August 2011

Like many of you, I always gravitate toward the “Only in Idyllwild” stories in our celebrated weekly newspaper, enjoying mostly the ones about neighbors helping neighbors.  That’s what small-town America is most famous for, and it’s good to see that helping each other is very much alive and well here. Continue reading »

We made the washboard, narrow, rocky, undulating, scary, precipitous, dusty, slippery trek from Dawson City, Yukon Territory, to Chicken, Alaska, a year ago pulling our 28-foot travel trailer. This past Saturday, we encountered the San Jacinto Mountains version of the TWH. Continue reading »

It was almost 13 years ago when Monique invited me to join her for The Whole Being Weekend in an artsy mountain-high community called Idyllwild. I didn’t know it at the time, but this was going to be a test. If I fit in with the folks at that retreat and felt at home in Idyllwild, she would consider continuing our 3-month-old relationship. We were married four months later. Continue reading »