Bigfoot Country

Most people you meet in these parts have a Bigfoot story or two. HK and his brother saw a white one when they were camping as teenagers; apparently the white bigfeet(?) are also teenagers. But every time he would bring it up to his brother, his brother pretended like he didn't know what the hell HK was talking about.

But given recent investigations into the existing evidence, I tend to believe.


I like these kinds of trees.

I got pulled over for weaving in Weaverville. Seriously, someone on the road called the cops because I was having trouble handling the curvy mountain roads in the van and my turns were getting a little...generous. Apparently, Weaverville has more cops per person than any other place in California.

But I got stuck there for the fourth of July. It looked pretty much like the fourth of July in my home town.




Me and Gidget taking refuge in the bar.

Even the insects up here have antlers...ahhh!

Trinity Lake walk.