No ask to dream of a White Christmas this year. We accept one!
Originally, nosotros had planned to drive to my mother-in-law's family inwards Mount Shasta, inwards the mountains of far northern California, on Fri afternoon. However, because of a wintertime tempest that brand throughway driving iffy, peculiarly for cars without snowfall tires, nosotros decided to delay our divergence until Sabbatum morning. It ended upwards existence a practiced determination because nosotros were able to sense wintertime wonderland inwards all its glory in i lawsuit nosotros got to Castella, virtually xv miles southward of Mount Shasta.
This photograph of Castle Crags epitomizes what I mean:
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| Castle Crags |
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| Castle Crags from Railroad Park Resort in Dunsmuir |
Here's my mother-in-law's real photogenic blood-red barn, framed past times glistening icicles hanging from the roof of the house:
The barn on Old Stage Road that I seem to photograph every fourth dimension nosotros visit:
So much beauty:
After tiffin I drove but about town looking at the wintertime magic that is everywhere correct now:
Black Butte (6,436 ft.):
And Mount Shasta (14,179 ft.):
Happy Holidays in i lawsuit once to a greater extent than to all of yous out there. I promise you're warm in addition to cozy surrounded past times people in addition to plants yous love.
