Louie and Belinda Dewey own and operate Cave Springs Resort, Motel, Historic Cabins, and Vacation Rentals in Dunsmuir, California.
Christmas Trees or Bust
Scouted for The Christmas Tree couple of days ago. “Need” a Red Fir, Shastanza ?Manifica to be precise, and they grow at a high elevation. The family will all go Christmas Tree hunting together at Thanksgiving time. I just like to get a head start before the snow flies. Moby, the dog, and I drove up the back side of Mt Eddy and found all kinds of trees. Beautiful trees. Just not the perfect one. So we headed home and found the perfect sunset instead.
Thought I’d drive out by continuing down the road to where it meets the paved road near Gumboot Lake, about 10 miles. Eight miles later I jammed on my brakes and skidded to a stop just a few feet away from a large Doug Fir that had recently fallen and bridged the entire roadway. The mountain was straight up on one side of the road and straight down on the other. Definitely time to back up and turn around. As I was retracing my steps in the now pitch black of early nightfall, I had time to reflect . . .Oh, on many things, but mostly on how bald my tires were, how I should really have taken care of that mysterious oil leak, and about the fact that, come to think of it, I hadn’t seen a soul or passed a car in the five hours since I left Stewart Mineral Springs. Moby didn’t worry about anything except being late for dinner. And what is it about driving out into the forest with your dog in the seat next to you and feeling like you are not alone?! Very real feeling. Pretty stupid too. I thought about how Moby was going to call for help on my cell phone if something bad happened. Then I realized . . . he couldn’t. We hadn’t had cell service in five hours either.
About the snow picture? That is what it looked like out the front door of CAVE SPRINGS this morning. First real snow of the season proving, once again, that yes we can have snow at Thanksgiving time. It just doesn’t happen often. And that's why I scouted trees early. Won’t have a chance to see that sunset view again until end of next spring.