Tuesday, April 15, 2014

M is for Mount Shasta

Until well into middle age, my wife and I had never been to California. Since '99 we started making up for it, visiting San Francisco, Yosemite, Napa Valley, and much more. A few years ago, we drove our RV up the west coast as far as Oregon. On our way back we stopped near the utterly gorgeous and how-could-you-possibly-miss-it Mount Shasta. When we registered at the local RV park, I asked the clerk where I could get the best view of the mountain. She told me she had no idea, that she had lived near the mountain for so many years, she had stopped seeing it.

5 comments:

Sunday Visitor said...

The mountain looks beautiful. When we are in a place for too long we become oblivious to it's beauty and then it's time for us to relook it from the point of view of a toursit and rediscover the charm of it.

Sunday Visitor said...

The mountain looks beautiful. When we are in a place for too long we become oblivious to it's beauty and then it's time for us to relook it from the point of view of a toursit and rediscover the charm of it.

Julia Matthews said...

Beautiful photo. Relaxing.

Mary Montague Sikes said...

I love that comment. It is so true. When you are close to all that beauty, it can cease to amaze you. I'm glad I still appreciate the beauty of the woods outside my office window!

Nice post, Bob. Thanks.

Mary Montague Sikes

Ananya Tales said...

I saw this mountain during our december long road trip.nice post
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