Why I Love Dunsmuir
- Allison Scull, Guest Writer
- Dec 17, 2025
- 3 min read
Updated: Dec 19, 2025
When the light ushers in the day against the view of the pine-laden ridge in my backyard, I feel a deep sense of gratitude for where I live. After I drink a glass of water and grab my coffee, I wander outside to take it all in. I welcome a brand new day, a fresh new slate, and sweet mountain air in this place I call my home. No matter what the weather, a new day begins.
My next move on most days is to take a walk. I walk in nearby Castle Crags. I walk in Tauhindauli Park. I meander in the botanical gardens, and behind Hedge Creek Falls. I most often explore the lush, moss-covered pathways and riparian zone along the Sacramento River. This green heaven is where I smile the most.
One might wonder why, as a musical artist, I would live in such a small town but I would argue why wouldn’t I? Living where you feel inspired is key to being an artist. How else are songs and notes born? History might also indicate that we were not the only ones to feel this way. We had the honor to visit Sam Mazzei and his wife piano-side, and swap stories. Oh, you do not know who this is? Well, Sam Mazzei, our neighbor, was the leader of a group called the Hottentots in the 1930s and 1940’s. This band was the rage back in the day! Sam, who was born in 1912, passed away in 2001. We appreciated these visits and the musical connection to history on our very own street.
During the time I have lived here, my group of friends have always been artisans, metal sculpture artists, musicians, performing artists, film makers, photographers, theater producers, and chefs.. I have always been proud of the people this town attracts and love my quirky group of talented friends.
This town is many things to many people. You can’t talk about Dunsmuir and not mention that it’s a historic train town. It’s actually a ski town too, being only 8 miles from the ski park. And, it is a haven for fishermen. It’s home to beautiful bears that have been wandering our streets this past season. It is home to raccoons who try to make a home in our basement as well as woodpeckers who want to nest in our attic. While I find the repairs to the house annoying, I am happy to co-exist with these critters.
There is no doubt we live in sacred lands. While the nearby majestic volcano, Mount Shasta, is more often offered center stage in this region, I give it to Castle Crags and our town of Dunsmuir. In terms of years, Castle Crags is old enough to be Mount Shasta’s grandfather and there are many mysteries to be explored there. The sheer beauty of this area connect me to something greater.
So at the end of the day where the dark relishes the night, I return to the same place where I started my day. The color of the sky is often pink and that same feeling of gratitude washes over me in my home. Another beautiful day.
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Credit for these beautiful photos: Courtesy of California State Parks, 2025.
