More Thanksgiving winter magic
We spent Thanksgiving at my mother-in-law’s place in Mount Shasta in the mountains of far northern California. On Wednesday, we had a nice dusting of snow—about an inch—but Thanksgiving day proper gave us brilliant blue skies, crisp air, and plenty of sunshine.
After breakfast I did some exploring, braving the 20°F temperature. I hope the photos will give you an idea of how beautiful this part of California is.
This is the same barn I showed you in this week’s Wednesday Vignette
It looks quite different in the sun
Snow-covered trees west of town
I love how crisp the snow-covered trees look
Fallen apples from the tree above
Mount Shasta towering above the town
The mountain is visible from virtually anywhere in town unless your view is obscured by trees
My favorite view from my Thanksgiving day outing
I love how the mountain is framed by the tree
A picture-postcard view indeed
Fallen oak leaf in the snow
These folks have a fantastic view of the mountain!
Here is the “other” mountain: 6,334 ft. (1,931 m) Black Butte
When Mount Shasta is invisible because of low clouds (as it was on Tuesday and Wednesday), many people driving through on Interstate 5 mistake Black Butte for Mount Shasta although it’s significantly smaller
Black Butte and monkey puzzle tree (Araucaria araucana). This is one of at least three monkey puzzle trees in Mount Shasta that I know of. This goes to show how cold hardy this Chilean native really is (Mount Shasta routinely experiences lows in the single digits).
A bit of left-over fall color
The view towards the west is dominated by the Trinity Mountains, 9,037 ft. (2,754 m) Mount Eddy being the highest peak
Another view of Black Butte
Smoldering burn pile, looking remarkably scenic on top of freshly fallen snow
Night-time view of the house up the street from my mother-in-law’s
Tomorrow it will be back to reality. Which has its advantages, too: Davis is much warmer than Mount Shasta, and my wool socks can go back in the drawer.