Meet Macdoel

A gas station town along Highway 97.

A speck of a town in Butte Valley.

North of Mount Shasta

(In a cloud cover on a stormy day)

South of Mount Ashland

(The snow capped peak)

East of Ball Mountain

Where cattle wander through Juniper trees. 

Where you realize that vibrating phones sound just like cattle mooing.

(The cowboy said that a lot of the cows most likely have pneumonia,

with all the bad weather we've been having. 

I guess he's checking them today.)

Where everywhere there are no Juniper trees, there are fields of Hay, Alfalfa & berry plants.

(This view is from our driveway.
Scott will be planting the field in the background soon.)

Where you can wake up in the month of May to 17 degree temps
& still be in California.

And then later in the day it might get to 60 degrees.

Where the "Cherry House" double wide trailer
 is one of the nicest houses around.

Where there are Bald & Golden Eagles everywhere.

But, I don't have a single photo of them.

(Sunday Scott drove us around & we saw about 12 Eagles in 5 minutes time.)

Where the static electricity (or elecserious, as Gillian says) is going to drive me insane. 
It's best to never wash your hair.  Then the heaviness of the grease keeps it from frizzing too much.
Also, never brush dry hair.  That brings disaster.

Where it is okay to use an Elk for a coat rack.

Or for hide & seek games.

Where the snow & bad weather keep prolonging our stay.