This past Thanksgiving, my parents and I drove up to my grandmother's home in Grass Valley, California, about an hour North of Sacramento. It's a quaint, historic town where many miners fled to during the Gold Rush, hoping to strike it rich. We didn't come looking for gold this year, but instead found something much better - a delicious Thanksgiving meal, quality time with family, and memories filled with love, laughter, and nature (that sounded a lot less cheesy in my head).
Before reaching Grass Valley, we stopped at Oak Farm Vineyards in Lodi to do some wine tasting, although we mostly just ran through the vineyard because wineries are playgrounds for adults right?
After a few pit stops, we finally reached Grass Valley and kicked off our holiday weekend. Below you'll find photos of me getting in touch with my inner lumberjack, beautiful (and giant) fall leaves, my grandmother's adorably yellow house, and some product placement featuring my Danner boots (because I'm obsessed with them and also gotta pay the bills somehow).
Hope you enjoyed a little glimpse into our Thanksgiving holiday! Being amongst the trees in Northern California and truly experiencing the fall season reaffirmed my desire to one day live in the Pacific Northwest so watch out Oregon! I'm coming for ya!
Wishing you all the happiest of holidays as winter approaches. Maybe it won't skip over LA this year...