Jack Dietz
Bio
Hello
I’m a 68-year-old Vietnam Veteran living in Southern California.
My writing started due to my volunteered to work as a Fire Lookout. I hope you enjoy my stories and will always welcome any feedback at [email protected]
Stories (12/0)
Double Dare You
In Northeast Lake Country, Illinois, in the fall of 1969, the local news consisted of intriguing events. Bingo night results, political infighting, who got arrested for DUI, or worst, an auto accident, and of course, the highlights from the most recent football game between the Round Lake High School Panthers and some other High School team in the area.
By Jack Dietz3 years ago in Confessions
Good morning, Nature
A heavy marine layer off the Pacific Ocean hung low over the mountains like a gray, wet blanket as I let myself out of the house and started my morning fitness walk around the park. Dawn, or at least the gradual fading of the night was breaking, birds were singing, and the large owls which keep me awake at night had finally quieted down. The air was cool with a slight dampness to it, and it was a perfect time to be with nature before the sounds of traffic and people rushing; lord knows where interrupts my commune with nature.
By Jack Dietz3 years ago in Earth
Taking a second look
Summertime in Southern California can conjure up images of warm weather, days at the beach, cookouts, and endless amounts of great memories. This is also true for those who venture into the San Bernardino National Forest. A region that encompasses 660,000 acres of the San Bernardino Mountains with elevations ranging from 1,000 feet to the highest at Mount San Gorgonio at 11,502 feet.
By Jack Dietz3 years ago in Wander
Memories
The was a serenity about the place that one had to experience to understand. Perhaps, standing on top of a mountain, exposed to howling winds, needle-like blades of snow slicing into the skin, numbing fingers and toes, was more than enough to begin a memory. Then again, it may have been the contrasts of colors, Majestic views of snow tip mountains, dark green pine trees protected by blankets of snow under Icy cold blue skies.
By Jack Dietz3 years ago in Families
Mountain High
Callie and I were still cautiously choosing our topics of discussion as we passed the 5,200-foot marker and drove into the "downtown" area of Idyllwild. I guess calling it downtown would be an injustice. Looking around, we slowly drove through the area looking for a place to eat; I found it to be a rustic oasis sitting in the shadow of tall mountains.
By Jack Dietz3 years ago in Humans
