After winding through Bigfoot Country we came to a rolling stop in
Mike and Sally have hosted the Durrett family Thanksgiving retreat/gathering/circus for as long as I’ve been hanging around this clan; and it was a great pleasure to see them in the off season. But we weren’t visiting just to be sociable. Or were we?
Every year in March, the Durrett Women gather for a few days in Sierra hills for a girls-only, no-boys-allowed cross-country ski trip. And this year was no different. Apparently many drinks were had and many more stories were told. Some skiing reportedly even took place.
Meanwhile, uncle Mike and I (and Diane’s brother, Carl) spring-cleaned the property in Palo Cedro. Many cans of beer were consumed and many more tall tales were told. Some work reportedly even took place.
Soon enough, Diane and I were reunited and we were on the road again. We chose to drive down I-5—the quickest, fastest route possible through the valley—to make a quick stop in
We also marveled at just how many people live in the