Those who know me know I love the mountains.  I grew up right by Lake Arrowhead, as a "mountain gal' with a great disgust for 'flat landers' and ... lo and behold, NOW I AM ONE OF THEM! ... Oh well, check out my favorite pictures! 
(Please click on the pictures to enlarge.)

Toni-cat.bmp (91894 bytes)Here's one of Mutha and me on a roller- coaster called Viper.

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Here I am doing the Shamu Show at Sea World

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Me up the mast of my mom's boat

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Mom and Pop

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Adopted Brother
Dave, me and Mutha

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This is my
husband, Jeff
(yeah, he has a
great tan)

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This is a promo picture of my father in the days of the "Mister Custer" record.  It was taken in 1960. The song "Mister Custer" earned him a gold record.

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Thought I would include some pictures of the wildlife that amazingly shows up here in the concrete jungle.   All you have to do is feed the feral cats and you'll attract wildlife even in the city!"

Sandy1.jpg (77499 bytes) This is Sandy the Appy/Quarter mare that I leased for 6 months.  The top picture shows what the expression on her face was 99% of the time.  She loved to bite and try to kick both horses and people!  The bottom one shows how I temporarily dyed her up for Easter. I used food coloring with vinegar and water. It also shows my favorite way to ride. I use a suede bareback pad.

I used to pack a lunch and take off by myself all day long. I loved to just disappear into the brush and hated having to come back!  Sure wish I could afford to own a horse and had the property to keep a few!

This is 799. I owned him up in Montana.  He was a 4-year-old quarter horse.  He was really wonderful as long as you were on his back. He would immediately respond to even the slightest command, never shied, and was good with other horses. However, he attacked people on the ground and was considered extremely dangerous.    He had to stay in Montana because the movers could not handle him.  Monty, a true Montana born-and-bred cowboy and I were the only people who could.  Guess he felt safe around us. 799.jpg (61995 bytes)



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