Mount Shasta brought its own challenges. We had planned to stay for three days or so, drink in the mountain air, connect with the spirit of the mountain and rest before we pushed forward into Oregon.
But the Universe had other plans and as usual, I was not given a memo.
We went to town to visit the bookstores, and stop at the auto parts store to get some brake fluid. But too late! Our brakes failed to stop us at the auto parts store, and if it hadn't been for the metal post, we might have landed IN the auto parts store. Fortunately, other than bending the pole a little, no serious damage was done. But there we were in a mountainous town with absolutely no brakes at all.
We called AAA (again!) and while Rick waited for the tow truck, I visited my bookstores. Luckily, Mount Shasta is a small enough town that all stores were within a couple of blocks of one another. When I got back, the tow truck had just arrived.
A desperate call to rich relations obtained the needed funding for repairs, but we had to cut our stay short. The campground hosts were very nice about refunding our camping fees and as soon as the truck was fixed, we gassed up and headed north.
|Here we are at Mt. Shasta KOA Campground.|
|I loved the tall, tall trees.|
|And of course, that magnificent mountain.|
|Gotta love my zoom lens!|