It is so dry out here that one evening lightening storm
causes a few small wildfires to break out.
The smoke from 30,000 acres – not a small wildfire - burning
in Oregon was so thick that I couldn’t see Mt. Shasta. Quite disconcerting because
Mt. Shasta is the pillar of the landscape here.
I had gotten so used to looking at the mountain from afar
that I forgot I could hike it, even if I wasn’t going all the way to the top.
This is Alecia’s second summer at Castle Lake, and she hadn’t been either, so
last weekend, we drove up to the end of the road.
We then hiked around the fragile Panther Meadows and drank
from its spring.
Earlier that week, I had driven to about 7,000 feet on Mt.
Shasta. It was near sunset time. I looked southeast to see Castle Crags
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