Will we ever tire of Mt. Shasta? I doubt it. Driving home Sunday evening, we could still see the grand peak behind us, almost as far as Colusa County. We even pulled off the interstate at one point to take a photo.

Apparently, back in the day before air pollution, you could see Shasta from Sacramento, and vice versa. We were lucky on Sunday that there had been a storm and high winds, so the air was clear...hence the view.
Anyway, you probably recall that I had a bad cold last week, and was taking it easy. We originally planned to drive up Friday evening and camp at
Castle Crags to hike up to
Castle Dome on Saturday. But we decided to take it easy in Sac on Friday night, watch a movie and eat pizza instead!
We drove on Saturday morning, at a leisurely pace, through the rain and up to the town of Mt. Shasta, found a yummy lunch spot (mmm, turkey BLT with avocado!) and drove around the mountain town checking out real estate (a recent obsession inherited from my father, I'm sure). The rain cleared by late afternoon, and we drove to Castle Crags State Park to camp as originally planned. After setting up the tent and getting our things organized, we took a short hike up to a vista point before dinner.

I'm lucky to have an amazing camper for a boyfriend. Whether we're car camping or backpacking, he knows how to create the Ritz Carlton of the outdoors! Saturday night we had grilled chicken, brussels sprouts and baked potatoes all cooked over an open fire. Oh, and wine, of course, and chocolate.
Sunday morning it was up and at 'em to meet our guide for the intermediate mountaineering skills class we had signed up for. We drove up to the Bunny Flats trailhead at the base of Shasta, geared up, and hiked in to just above tree line. There we spent the day going over rope skills, belay and anchor systems, and of course, sliding down the steep hill to practice self-arresting!

One of the bonuses of the day was watching all the telemark and randanee skiiers (and a couple of snowboarders) whoosh by. Lots of people hike up Shasta (or part of the way) to ski down. A couple of young kids set up some jumps off of these rocks across from the hill where our class was held, and we took occassional breaks to watch their tricks.
By the end of the afternoon we were tired and hungry. We stopped in Redding on the drive home for an In n' Out Burger, from which point we could see
both Mt. Shasta and
Mt. Lassen perfectly. What a majestic view!
I love Mt. Shasta particularly because it stands alone: you'll be down at 2,000 feet staring up at 14,000, and the snow-covered thing isn't dwarfed or minimized by any other dazzling peaks. It's there by itself: proud, noble, and oh-so inviting.