You know the whole purpose of being in the mountains is to enjoy the cold weather, sit by the fireplace, drink warm beverages and just relax. Instead, as I sit here typing the temperature is about 63 degrees, there is no snow around me, and even the fake snow on the ski slopes is slowly unraveling. I went outside in a long sleeved shirt and shorts and I was extremely comfortable. If I wanted this type of weather in late December, I'd have gone to Miami, not the mountains. This is bullshit.

I am absolutely convinced that this area I am staying in has at least 2 white supremacy groups somewhere. I have seen confederate flags, there's a paper called the Republican, and the white lady in the convenience store would barely give us eye contact yesterday and the day before. I haven't figured out whether its just blatant racism, or if they just aren't used to seeing black people. Either way, every time I leave out of this house, I am mindful of my skin color and its effect on those around me. I am also mindful of bears. I have yet to see one, but there are warnings signs up all over the place, and when I went to the lake yesterday, I saw some bear prints. Part of me wants a bear encounter just so I can blog about it, but the other part (90% of me) is terrified. Can I outrun a bear? Can I confuse the bear by throwing food its way? Will the authorities help me out, or watch me squirm? These are the hard hitting questions I have been asking myself.

Vacation ends tomorrow morning at 10.

Glamorous Life - Sheila E.