Final amazements

 It was a long warm drive from Mt. Shasta to Mineral. The Lassen National Park road was closed so we arrived at last light and made our way to Wilson Lake which still had some crusty snow on the ground. This is a very shallow lake that is often in-filled as meadow in summer. There is always the sounds of ducks and geese at the wet end of the lake. We were able to watch the full moon rise and catch the drifting mists of morning shifting and playing as the sun rose.

 We were also able to pick up 85 gallons of veggie oil at the local restaurants and catch up with the people we have gotten to know over time in begging oil from them.

 Michael processed veggie oil by Deer Creek as I wandered around looking for likely photos and thinking about our journey and the time ahead at Beale Air Force Base participating in the Drone Protest. The simplest beauty is mine.... a speckled fallen leaf tangled in a Ponderosa Pine needle cluster, a tuft of grass in the sparkling waters of the creek, the frosty dew on the last rose hips....

 We have been so lucky, so blessed, so fortified by our time in nature and on the roads. Again I have to sing Michael's praises for all the truck repairs and all the commitment to running us on vegetable oil. It's really quite amazing....