Cassy and I spent 2+ weeks in California visiting with our families and enjoying 3 (I'm not kidding) Thanksgiving dinners. It was great to see everyone.
With only one day of sunshine in the forecast, Chance and I were anxious to do some climbing. About 12 hours after stepping off the plane, we met Dave Harden for some nice sport climbing in the sun.
A day later, this happened...
...and we did lots of this for the next week...
"Downtown" Twain Harte. This is where I grew up. Population 3,700.
Chance and drove around in his Tacoma digging cars out of the ditch. Here we helped clear some downed trees from the road.
Gorgeous views between storms from my family's deck in Twain Harte
Zinc, named from the periodic table, avoids blending in by wearing camouflage.
No sleds? No problem. In this part of the state, we sled on dog food bags. Did I mention that Cassy grew up on a ranch?
Cassy's horses during a snowstorm
For our first Thanksgiving dinner, we "wigged out." Not to brag, but I rocked the mullet.
Michael: so sassy
Janae and Cassy