And
right down the road there is an ocean view.
Twins.
The
mountain came out a little.
Then
it came out a lot.
We
drove on to Crescent City and found a campsite in the redwoods.
So
secluded we didn’t need to put up any of the window curtains.
It’s
a wonderful forest. Some of the trees that remain are big.
Some
of the trees that were here before were Really big.
Logging
started as early as the 1850s, but the biggest trees were relatively
safe. It took an entire crew over a week to fell and process just one
tree, so they focused on the more manageable ones. With modern machinery
though, the old growth in this area was logged out mostly in the 1940s and
1950s. Some of those big trees were two thousand years old. Some
forest has been preserved and we can expect it to return to mostly normal in
another thousand years or so.
We
did pay $5.999 though.
We
came to Mount Shasta to get a close-up look at it. A cold rainy cloudy
day, this is the best we got.
Looking
back down from as high as we could drive, we got this shot of Mount
Shasta’s mini me though.
Our
next-door neighbor.
A
viewpoint where we could stand in one spot and see Mount Lassen
and
Mount Shasta.
A
few wildflowers.
And
a camp spot in the trees.
We
did a stopover at Eagle Lake along the way to see if it was still as nice as we
remembered. Yes.
The
end of the desert section of this trip.
We
could have driven straight to our camp for the night, but diverted to Virginia
City, then Carson City, then back up west of Reno for the night. As soon
as we saw Virginia City on the map we started humming the Bonanza theme song
and reciting the names of Pa and his three boys, and had to go there.
Bonus points if you can remember the name of the cook/housekeeper.
We
picked off a few more counties in Nevada by spotting birds in each.
Only
five more counties to go, but still a lot of Nevada to cover to get them.
Not this trip.
It
is a lonely road.
A
series of north south ranges interrupting long flat stretches of an otherwise
great desert basin.
Drove
as far as Cold Springs Station, a stop on the Pony Express Route. An
ambitions endeavor, it delivered the mail 2,000 miles from St Joseph, Missouri
to Sacramento, California in just 10 days. It only ran for 18 months
before the telegraph lines were completed, making it instantly obsolete, but
forever a part of American lore.