Dear Siskiyou County,
I owe you an apology.
I’m sorry for the times I breezed past your exit on I-5, distracted by flashy billboards for “bigger” destinations. I’m sorry I once thought your name sounded like a sneeze (”Siskiyou… bless you!”). And I’m especiallysorry for not realizing sooner that you’re basically the cool, quirky cousin of California counties—the one who’d rather hike a volcano than wait in line for a selfie with a Hollywood…






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We here in Siskiyou Co. would appreciate it more if you keep your mouth shut about us and not tell anyone about ours little slice of Heaven in this Hell -Hole of a State.