My sweet, patient friend was tolerating two hens squawking away next to him for hours on end. I’m sure he was grateful when my daughter dozed off. Miraculously we convinced him to pull over in the Shasta area~perhaps it was the giddiness emitting from me on first sight of this meringue peak that did it.
The lenticular cloud overhead was near perfection once we rounded the frontside of the mountain. He indulged me by letting me run all over grabbing reflection shots in a nearby puddle or the farm equipment rusting away in the foreground. But this view shows the personality of this mountain, carved and sculpted with a gentle slope into the forest / foothills. For some reason, Mount Shasta seems less ominous, less threatening an environment than others I have stood in the shadows of. Then again, I was a safe distance away and not really experiencing what this mountain has to offer. One day, I’ll have to become more intimate and step a little closer.
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