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 that note, Guten Rutsch ins neue Jahr, as they say in Germany — literally, a good slide into the New Year.

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