Sleeping Beauty
We stopped in Weed on our way home from the Oregon coast. It was time for a splash of diesel and lunch. When I stepped out of the truck I could not help but pause to admire the beauty of Mt. Shasta . .. the sleeping beauty of Northern California. Why a sleeping beauty? While not an active volcano, one never knows what surprises Mother Nature has in store for us. Yes, Mt. Shasta sleeps but one day . . .
Yeah, there's a place called Weed, California, just off I-5. Nice little town. Small, just under 3,000 residents. T-shirts with phrases about the place sell like hotcakes.
The town of Weed gets its name from the founder of the local lumber mill and pioneer Abner Weed, who discovered that the area's strong winds were helpful in drying lumber. And believe me, the wind does blow in Weed.
1 comment:
First off, this is a beautiful picture. I can smell the fresh crisp air through the computer...... just about.
She is a thing of beauty and maybe my mind always goes to the sexual aspect of things but.........this lovely organic beast does have some womanly qualities.
:)
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