Shasta

Home sweet home. We arrived at 1 am to discover that the motel owner, Ohto, was drunk off his rocker, largely incoherent, and not wearing pants. He was, however, wearing skimpy Finnish underpants. You might say it was the weirdest 20-minute hotel check-in I've ever had!

Team Turkey Day, at the scenic overlook of Lake Shasta at Shasta Caverns -- a side trip much maligned on theory until we actually got there and yours truly was vindicated.

Obligatory blizzard hike up Mt. Shasta. Note inability to see tracks in snow.

If you like puns, move to the town of Weed, California.

Kicking it with the Tin Man, I mean, Abner Weed.

Scott enjoys the cattle car on the Thanksgiving Love Train.
Thanksgiving brews at Siskiyou Lake.