No need to dream of a White Christmas this year. We have one!
Originally, we had planned to drive to my mother-in-law's house in Mount Shasta, in the mountains of far northern California, on Friday afternoon. However, because of a winter storm that make freeway driving iffy, especially for cars without snow tires, we decided to delay our departure until Saturday morning. It ended up being a good decision because we were able to experience winter wonderland in all its glory once we got to Castella, about 15 miles south of Mount Shasta.
This photo of Castle Crags epitomizes what I mean:
|Castle Crags from Railroad Park Resort in Dunsmuir|
Here's my mother-in-law's very photogenic red barn, framed by glistening icicles hanging from the roof of the house:
The barn on Old Stage Road that I seem to photograph every time we visit:
So much beauty:
After lunch I drove around town looking at the winter magic that is everywhere right now:
Black Butte (6,436 ft.):
And Mount Shasta (14,179 ft.):
Happy Holidays once again to all of you out there. I hope you're warm and cozy surrounded by people and plants you love.