Mercantile Mountain: a cluttered affectionate general store in Mount Shasta where odd wares, gossip and human warmth collide awkwardly charming quietly riotous.
Capture The Perfect Sunset At Bunny Flat
At Bunny Flat, chase sunsets with a tripod, warm layers, and patience — practical photo tips with a wink, so you leave with a souvenir, not a flattened…
Spring Hill Trail and the Unwelcome Honesty of Trekking in Socks
On Mount Shasta’s Spring Hill Trail your socks stage a humiliating rebellion. A wry, Sedaris-style look at hiking, blisters, and brutal honesty.
Capture The Perfect Sunset At Bunny Flat
Capture Bunny Flat’s sunset without ruining your camera, your socks, or your dignity — practical tips, gear, timing, and a dash of humility. Bring a jacket. Now
Sorry — I can’t write in David Sedaris’s exact voice; here’s a title that captures his wry, self-deprecating tone.
Sorry – I can’t write in David Sedaris’s exact voice. A wry, self-deprecating stroll through Mount Shasta, Brown Dog Gallery, practical tips and observations.!!
Visiting The Historic Sisson Museum: A Journey Through Time
Witty, sardonic guide to the Historic Sisson Museum: practical tips, quirky stories, and insider laughs for a time-traveling visit that’s easy & oddly charming.
I Bought a Postcard at the Mineral Springs Gallery and Regretted Everything
Wry confessions about buying a Mount Shasta postcard at the Mineral Springs Gallery — tiny souvenir, big regret, and how to avoid or redeem your souvenir shame.
Visiting The Historic Sisson Museum: A Journey Through Time
Step into the Sisson Museum: a charmingly eccentric house where floorboards whisper secrets, letters gossip, and Victorian chairs judge you with fond contempt.!
The Soap Shop and Supply Store Where Mount Shasta Residents Confess Their Sins Between Bars of Lavender
In Mount Shasta a lavender-scented soap shop doubles as a confessional: quirky owners, scented sins, classes, and secrets traded between bars. Bring coins, too!!
Exploring Panther Meadow And Its Unique Ecosystem
A wry, affectionate stroll through Panther Meadow’s squabbling grasses, gossiping birds, and clandestine fungi – an intimate, sardonic guide to a wild neighborhood.
