The players: Shannamar is our Daughter. Darin is the boyfriend. Giancarlo is our nephew. 27 for Thanksgiving Dinner, but some play harder than others!  To see more photos, click here...

Thanksgiving Guest Blog by Shannamar Dewey:  How can one beat the feeling of floating on fresh powder while the crisp air polishes your cheeks Christmas-red as your snow-board faithfully glides you down the mountain called home? The only way to make that experience more perfect is the knowing that it's happening at an unexpected and perfect time.

Following a Thanksgiving day full of nearly 30 Dewey's and friends giving the ovens at Cave Springs a thorough work-out, Darin and I chose to take advantage of the cold weather. Dunsmuir was dressed in a layer of snow characteristic of deep winter as we headed out with left-overs from 10lbs of sweet potatoes, a 30lb Turkey and other dishes that survived the Thanksgiving feast. With turkey sandwiches and a thermos of brandy-spiked hot chocolate, Darin and I set off to earn and burn some serious potential energy. In the four-day Thanksgiving weekend, we got fresh lines for three days. We lapped the Ceicilville summit in the back of the pickup with some local Scott Valley boys (whose native dialect Darin was qualified to translate for my cousin Giancarlos and I.) This slope and the corresponding switchback in the road makes a perfect spot to be dropped above and picked up below...we rode till our legs started seizing up and our driver was nearly out of gas.

We also hiked Green Butte Ridge on Mt. Shasta twice. While the multiple laps and lines we were able to get with the truck shuttle was an awesome full day of riding, the hiking offered peaceful reflection for both of us. My slightly slower pace created perfect opportunities for Darin to pull out his camera. With the peak of Mt. Shasta above and ahead, and the Shasta Valley including Castle Craigs and Lake Siskiyou spread out in panoramic view below us, every moment felt worthy of being caught on camera... I don't know how he chose what to shoot! We had a wonderful picnic both times we got to tree line and fresh tracks all the way back down.

Of course it wasn't just the snow and family that made this Thanksgiving special, Dad hooked us up with room #22 and after hot tubing in unarguably the best hot tub in Siskiyou County, Northern California and likely beyond, it was great to read a few pages in our books in the quiet of the room and then amble into the relative chaos of the kitchen and living room of the main house to join in chats about Christmas tree hunting exploits and adventures from the weekend. It just goes to show that you don't have to be Oprah or Bill Gates to have a million dollar Thanksgiving!