Wendolyn lives in Lake Tahoe, California, in a cabin in the woods, in a town called Cedar Flats. No one is sure if Cedar Flats is really a town, but it does have a road sign. (She has chosen to refer to herself in the third person, b/c she thinks it sounds better.)

Wendolyn's cabin has a swing and a creek and she lives there with her boyfriend, her cat, a crazy South African man, a bear, and a family of raccoons.

Wendolyn works at a ski resort, for crumby pay, so you might say she's a ski bum. But she's never eaten chicken wings out of a dumpster and has only gone to work stoned twice (that she can recall); so by most standards, doesn't officially qualify for 'bum' status.She does ski and snowboard both obsessively and recklessly, because aside from drink and gamble, it's really about the only thing to do up here.

Wendolyn is an artist, and was once a very talented archaeologist who probably had a bright and promising future, but for now she's content to be lower middle management in a ski holdings corporation. She's proud to be providing all of the world's assholes with a quality ski vacation experience. Being middle management means that you work your ass off and get all the blame but none of the credit. Still she sleeps soundly in the knowledge that the whole company would go to hell without her brilliance, insight and dedication. It's good to be needed.