One of our first views of the Crags, which are indeed craggy.
For those of you who are following me along on my journey, I am now in the Northern California town of Chester, having finished hiking through Lassen National Park. I just ate four pieces of French Toast, two eggs, two sausage patties and half of Peggy’s garlic french fries. I’m ready to blog!
Actually, when you read this post, I should be nearing the town of Belden on the Feather River, which will be close to my halfway mark! Peggy and I are planning to take a break for a few days there, which should allow me to get caught up on the blog.
But for today, I want to introduce you to Castle Crags, a massive hunk of carved granite that sits beside Interstate 5. I’ve been passing and admiring it from the highway for decades. It is totally different to see it from the Pacific Crest Trail. My nephew, Jay, and I experienced it as we dropped several thousand feet down to I-5 on an 18 plus mile day. The views and photography helped me forget my aching feet.
The Crags are noted for their white granite.
A photo showing how dramatic the spires can be.
And a closer view.
As we dropped down, the Crags took on a different look.
Again, closer.
The trail down also provided this dramatic view of Mt. Shasta with its interesting cloud.
Early the next morning provided this view.
Followed by this…
A final view from the trail.
And this was Peggy’s view from where she was staying at the Railroad Resort RV Park. No climbing up or down involved. (grin)
Wandering through Time and Place 