For our honeymoon in November of 2013, John and I flew to San Fransisco, California and drove around northern California for a week.
We drove to Mount Shasta from San Francisco and stayed there for the first two days of our trip.
Being from Florida, I was amazed at how gigantic this mountain was as we slowly drove toward it from the airport. It’s been a while, but I think we could see it for the last hour of the drive. There’s nothing in Florida that you can see from an 60-80 miles away. Well, except for the sky.
One of our favorite memories from our entire trip was leaving the hotel around 6am and driving up Mount Shasta to watch the sun rise.
It was so cold and so quiet. It was just a perfect moment.