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first time I drove up to Mt. Ashland, I really knew nothing about
it except that it was a place to ski. Since I'm not a skiier, I almost
passed on the trip, but the drive was so pretty that I'm so glad I
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My
first visit was in late January on a bright sunny day. It's only
about 8 miles off I-5 down Mt. Ashland Road, but I drove slowly
because the roads were still just a little slick in places.
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know this is not so impressive to my nor'east friends, but I just
ooh'd and aah'd all the way at the sight of the glistening snow outlining
the green trees. |
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A
view coming back down the mountain - that's Mt. Shasta looming in
the distance.
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I
stopped several times just to listen to the exquisite silence of
the snow covered forest on the side of the road.
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I
really enjoyed watching the skiers from the lodge as I sipped on
a warm, frothy latte.
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