In one direction: Shasta, said to be one of the most magical mountains in the world. I've been about halfway up, a trip where I learned a useful thing--I am not terribly prone to altitude sickness. Home to snow, pine martens (remind me to tell that story sometime), and Lemurians!
In the other: The Hi-Lo Cafe. Been all the way inside that one. Home to fresh-made baked goods, biscuits and gravy, and Hashbrownians!