Shasta

Mt. Shasta is quite beautiful, but when I hear the word Shasta, I think of those stupid Fanta soda commercials.  “Shasta, Shasta, don’t you wanta?”

However, this was our lovely little FREE campsite in Shasta-Trinity National Forest last night.  You can just barely see the camper through the trees.

We were camped, perhaps illegally, in a pull out along a stream.  We would have loved to sleep with the windows open to listen to the gurgling stream, but alas, it was way too cold.  We both laid in bed this morning, under the comfort of down, waiting for the other person to get up first and start coffee.

Here I am cooking by headlamp to conserve battery charge.  When we get to Arizona for Christmas, we are probably going to get a new battery that holds charge longer and hook ourselves up with solar panels.  Now that the sun sets by 6, it’s a rather long period of time to entertain ourselves in the dark.

We have taken you up on your night time entertainment suggestions and went on a Wal-Mart scavenger hunt the other night (we also went to a U of O volleyball game in Eugene).  When we were hunting up our items, I saw Tom and jumped around a corner to take a picture of him.  This picture is not so funny, but Tom said there was a family behind me who was very confused by my actions and started looking at Tom like he was stealing stuff.

And here’s our baskets of goodies (Tom’s on top, mine on bottom).  I dominated this challenge.  We decided to give up when I was working on my last item to put away (ash tray filter) and Tom still had SIX of ten items to return to the shelves.  All too easy (said in menacing Darth Vader voice).

-Jessie