Adventures with Dad

My dad was here this weekend and it was fantastic! Saturday we got up and took a loooonnnngggg walk down by the Sacramento River. We saw five deer on the way down to the river and one was a buck. Dad of course had to make weird noises at them to see what they would do. We stopped at the little coffee shop over the bridge on our way back, so that was fun. After our walk we came home, got cleaned up and went out again. He washed my car, then we got some lunch, and then we headed for Whiskeytown lake to do some hiking. We decided to do Boulder Creek Falls because it looked the coolest and we were running out of time. The guy at the visitor center gave us directions, so we followed them. We were on the narrowest, littlest gravel road that I've ever seen for about three miles, but it seemed like forever. Their were no trailhead signs whatsoever! I was getting quite frustrated because I wanted to see some waterfalls! We finally found another sign, but it still didn't give clear directions. After some more narrow gravel roads, we found a trailhead. It wasn't clearly marked either, but we just went with it. It was way cool! We even ended up climbing up this really narrow ledge to get closer to the top of the falls. The pictures don't do it justice, so you'll just have to believer me. Only bummer was that Dad got stung by two bees while we were there.

Dad also completed everything on my to-do list. :) The best part is that I now have a working bike trainer in my room, so I can get back to doing some cardio.

On Sunday after church, Dad and I drove out towards Mt. Shasta. We ended up going into the Shasta-Trinity forest and it was beyond beautiful. The trees were covered in snow; it was unbelieveably peaceful. We drove as far up as we could (the rest of it was closed due to snow) and got out and played in the snow a little. When we came back down, we drove over to the headwaters of the Sacramento River. It's just a little stream.

We ate dinner at a little Italian place called the Piemont. It was really good. It's the oldest restaurant in Mt. Shasta and the inside totally looks it. They have really old lighting, this big vinyl booth, lounge seating by the bar, and some way old dark, textured wall paper on some of the walls. It was way cool. The food was yummy too. Mt. Shasta is so small. Their main road is barely a mile long, but this restaurant was a find.

Dad and I had lunch after I got off work today and then he headed for San Jose. Way fun times. You all should come visit, there's lots of parks to play in out here...