If insanity is the act of doing the same thing repeatedly and expecting
different results, then that damn vista point near Lakeshead on I-5
proves that I’m crazy.
I *know* that vista point not only has a bad view of Mt Shasta (odd for
a vista point, no?) but the lighting is always such that photos can’t
make out the part of the mountain that *is* visible.
But yet I stop there and take a futile photo, every time. Ah well.