Wry visit to Mount Shasta Farmers Market where berries, bakers, and a smug radish expose my romantic failures- tips, recipes, and local color with cruel humor.!
Sis Q Inn and the Mount Shasta Confessions
Sis Q Inn at Mount Shasta: polite linens, communal marmalade, late-night confessions and eccentric innkeepers. A quietly chaotic stay told with wry warmth. Plus
McCloud Heritage Junction Museum and Other Small Disasters I Came to Love
At McCloud Heritage Junction, soot-stained trains, clumsy volunteers and tiny disasters-flat tires, rain, late steam-ups-turn misadventures into beloved stories
Yoga Studio One and the Mount Shasta Confessions of a Reluctant Yogi
Reluctant yogi confessions from Mount Shasta: awkward poses, studio charm, mountain mystique and practical tips—funny, honest guide to trying yoga anyway. now!!
Mother Earth RocksHere and My Slightly Embarrassing Mount Shasta Pilgrimage
A self-mocking Mount Shasta pilgrimage: muddy boots awkward confessions to pines, sacredness, snacks and solitude – an honest, funny travelogue in Sedaris voice
Clarion Hotel and Spa and the Awkward Grace of Visiting Mount Shasta
Bemused guide to Clarion Hotel & Spa near Mount Shasta: practical tips, spa comforts, trails, and the awkwardly graceful mix of pilgrimage and tourist detours.!
My Unsuccessful Attempt to Appear Calm at POP Organic Grocer and Cafe
Wry field report of my failed quest for serenity at POP Organic Grocer & Cafe in Mount Shasta—coffee, kindness, and my spectacularly uncalm performance. Soaked.
Confessions on the McCloud River Loop
David Sedaris–style confessions on the McCloud River Loop: waterfalls, volcanic cliffs, awkward revelations, and one adult admitting love for gourmet trail mix.
Confessions from the Berryvale Grocery Store
Confessions from the Berryvale Grocery Store: a wry, affectionate tour of sticky notes, eccentric locals, miracle jam and small-town gossip.
I Went to Mount Shasta for Solace and Came Home with a Crystal and a Sense of Shame
A witty, self-aware tale of a Mount Shasta trip: seeking solace, buying a crystal, and returning with a shiny keepsake—and an unexpected, ridiculous shame. Why?
