I didn't know what lay ahead of me in Northern California. Looking up and writing addresses onto resupply boxes was the extent of my research in this area. As a result I was greatly surprised by the beauty and the brutality.
In general I dislike dams, but this power station building is adorable.
I appreciate houses that are built with materials from their surroundings. Can you imagine what buildings would look like if states had to adhered to a rule that limited how far they could source their building materials? I believe we would have a great variety of structures and architectural styles that would be regionality unique. If you want a log cabin in the woods — well, you have to live in the woods.
Whats more beautiful: A, or B?
Dead river reflections.
As I approached Mt. Shasta I heard stories of Lemmerings using lenticular clouds to hide their UFO activity when flying in and out of the mountain. That mountains attracts a lot of crystal loving, vortex seeking, alien loving people. I welcome all of it. I learned in Portland to let your freak flag fly!
My wool Stetson hat was both fashion and functional. I was surprised how wool regulated my head heat.
I started taking pictures of all the National Forest & Wilderness signs later on the trail. I should've started doing this sooner as it helped me break up, label, and identify the location of my endless amount of mountain pictures.
It was so epic to see 100 miles marked on the trail — 1500 wasn't nearly as exciting. Its like anniversaries: 1 is awesome, 2 is noted, 3 is whatever, 5 is noticeable, 10 amazing, 20 is wow — all the ones in between, meh.
No shame in slamming down a container of ice cream in one sitting. No shame at all.
Man Bun, having fun.