Snow & Happy New Year
We spent Christmas at my mother-in-law’s house in Mount Shasta, about 3½ hours north of where we live, at an elevation of 3,500 ft at the base of the 14,179 ft volcano it takes its name from. We were hoping for a white Christmas, and it did snow higher up on the mountain... ...but in town it rained. A lot. My MIL’s barn Stella wasn’t happy about the wet stuff falling from the sky... ...but she enjoyed tearing up the wrapping paper from our Christmas presents... ...and spent a lot of time on window patrol, just in case a squirrel or who knows what else dared to venture into the yard: In the end, though, we did luck out. It finally snowed on Boxing Day. First tentatively... ...then pretty heavily for a while: In the end, it didn’t amount to much, but it was still a pretty sight. Here’s my mother-in-law’s backyard with a bit of snow... ...Mount Shasta... Mount Shasta (14,179 ft) Mount Shasta (14,179 ft) ...and Castle Crags, about 15 miles south of Mount Shasta: Castle Crags (~6,500 ft) On...