I’m Tania L Ramos, nurse by trade, author by choice, and now an independent sales rep for It Works Global. You’ll be seeing a lot more of me around here now that I know how to log in. I’ve lived in Hesperia for going on ten years, and moved up here to escape the traffic, smog, and lifestyle L.A. had to offer. It just wasn’t for me, and I knew that at a very early age. A good friend and colleague told me about Hesperia, his hometown, and I called him crazy among a bunch of other wordy things. But after searching “down the hill” for weeks, I gassed up the SUV and drove up the Cajon Pass from Claremont, where I was selling my twonhouse. I found my home that day, and ten years later I can honestly say that I’ve found my roots up here.
There are many desert natives who say they dislike the boom and influx, and usually I nod my head and smile–not wanting others to know I’m not a born and raised High Desert gal. I love it up here. And what isn’t to love? Three hours to Las Vegas, three hours to San Diego, forty-minutes to two local ski resorts, and hour and a half to Newport Beach, maybe forty minutes to Angel’s Stadium, Disneyland and Knott’s Berry Farm. The way I see it, we highlanders are sitting in utopia central. The best of California is well within our reach without traffic (minus those pesky Cajon jam ups), and we can easily head to the mountains on a whim on those hot days, or commute into warm Nevada on cooler days. I ask again: what isn’t there to love about the desert?
We are above the brown skyline that I cringe at every time I drive down the pass and see what looks like floating mud across the sky. We have our very own weather climate, so when it is gloomy and raining down the hill, we often times are sitting out under clear blue skies. Speaking of skies, stars were scarce in L.A., but on a cool and crisp desert night the sky twinkles in a cosmic show of shimmering glitter dusted across the wide spans of our horizon. We see snow at least once year, and that is wonderful. Usually not enough snow to be a huge disaster, yet enough to have a day of fun and enjoy and welcome the ivory powder. What isn’t there to love about the desert?
We have colleges, malls, a variety of theaters and restaurants. There are outlets in either direction and let’s not forget the summer night trips into Barstow to watch a movie outdoors at the Skyline Drive-In. I love the high desert: the atmosphere, the people, the central location, the weather, the small town feel, the closeness, and where I could do without some of the wind, it is certainly overlooked by all the wonderful friends I have made here. I feel like I am home, probably because I am.
Tania L Ramos, RN, Author, It Works Ind. Distributor