Coming out of Shasta, there’s a loooooong steep hill that is perhaps the longest straight from here to the summit. Things lumber up it, slowly. Things like us.

In an RV, we expect to be overtaken. However, we do not expect to be overtaken by a pickup pulling a trailer full of mattresses. Unsecured mattresses that flopped alarmingly as the guy went round his corners just a little too fast. Eep!

I’ve been trying to photograph this critter since May! The pylon is placed in Whiskeytown Lake and every shot I took until now was just a blur or obscured by something. I just find it fascinating! We took a quick run down the hill to get propane and supplies at the end of October.