One Strange Trip: The Gang Gets Mystical on the Road to Mt. Shasta

That’s the philosophy we carried on our trip into the wilderness surrounding Northern California’s mystic volcano, Mt. Shasta. Our lot consisted of the usual suspects: Danny Davis, Anna Gasser, Ben Ferguson, Mikkel Bang, Burton Girl Tavia Bonetti and a few photographers. We heard rumors that there was snow on the volcano, along with everything from alien abduction sites to hidden ancient civilizations. Thus, we had the crucial elements: curiosity, some good wheels, and a crew.

The only goal was to get from the flatlands up to the Shasta snowline, and we opened up our minds to any possibility in between. Poking around on dirt roads and following our noses, we picked up on the heady nature of our surroundings. Crystal shops, dread locks, and crowds of alien-watch binocular types were abundant. Park the trucks, set up the tents, and we’d be set for the afternoon. 

It turns out Lake Shasta is a great place to soak and float for a few days. We knew we’d overstayed our welcome when we hit that sunbaked lull. Maxed out on the roof. The lapping of the waves. Had to get back on the road.  

Over in California, they say the weed’s “hella legal.” Where better but a farm to fuel our spirit quest? The farmhands were nice. We really enjoyed the vibe.

People say there are aliens living in the mountain. We looked. Maybe had a close encounter with a squatch, but who’s to say? The snow doesn’t melt up here. It’s just corn all summer long. 

We harvested, in more ways than one. The turns were soft as the schedule. No UFO’s or ancient portal sightings, but you could say we got abducted.