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Old Timer
This was sitting on a hill between Carson City and Reno. I had to pull over and take a photo. I intended to sleep late this morning but I awoke on CDT after going to bed on Pacific Time...again. I tried to go back to sleep but could not. So I got up, packed up, and hit the road. I knew where I was going but wasn't sure of the route. I just knew I wanted to stay off the Interstates.
Carson City is the State Capital of Nevada. It has a small town feel to it, and unlike Reno, has a unique character to it. I really liked Carson Valley. What a beautiful place!
Today's trip would require me to go back through Reno as I made my way north. I think I finally figured out what bothers me about this place. Besides being ugly, it just doesn't belong here. As I drove back through I really, really tried to find some redeeming value. I found none.
As I continued my drive north, the terrain slowly began to change as I topped each hill. I left behind the scrub brush and small trees in Nevada and began to see real trees and green grass as I headed north toward Mt. Shasta, CA. The route I chose took
First View of Mt. Shasta
I was not on foot and weary but I felt the same feelings as John Muir upon seeing Mt. Shasta for the first time. me through many small nortern California towns and several National Forests. I really liked the small towns, except for the skate boarders in Susanville. I tried really hard to run over one little brat but he was too quick for me! He screamed at me but he was speaking skate-board-dude language, and I didn't have my secret decoder ring. We did share the universal one-finger salute. :-)
My first view of Mt. Shasta was from a vista about 50 miles away. I was taken aback by the shear size of it. Even from this distance, it is evident that it is massive. John Muir recalled the first time he viewed Mt. Shasta. He said, "The first time I caught sight of it, over the braided folds of the Sacramento Valley, I was fifty miles away and afoot, alone, and weary. Yet all my blood turned to wine, and I have not been weary since." That speaks to the power of viewing Mt. Shasta for the first time.
Mt. Shasta is a volcano that hasn't errupted since May 19, 1915. A survior later recalled the night of the eruption. He said, "There was a terrifying noise up creek, but
After the 1915 Earthquake
A telegram describing the aftermath of the quake. what brought us full awake was the sight of Elmer Sorohan running toward the house, yelling, 'Get out, get out! There's a flood coming.' And before we could even ask what happened, we saw. Coming down creek was a wall of mud and dirt, like an ocean wave, white foam on its top, roaring like a windstorm on the ridge. Lava and rocks ran before it. Trees fell in its path and were pushed ahead with the lava. The mountain - my mountain - was at our door."
After making the drive to Mt. Shasta and checking out the town, I decided to push on toward Oregon. I had considered staying the night in Mt. Shasta but felt Oregon pulling at me so I contiued north. I traveled through Klamath Falls, and briefly thought about staying the night there but with daylight being plentiful I kept heading north.
I ended up staying the night at Sunriver Resort. I intend to play golf at Crosswater golf course. Crosswater is rated 18th out of all the golf courses in America. I was very tired when I arrived but excited about playing golf tomorrow. My excitement waned when I got to
A View of Mt Shasta
This view is from the CIty of Mt. Shasta. Imagine walking out your front door and seeing this everyday. my room and turned on the Weather Channel. The high tomorrow is low 50's with 20-30 mph winds, not exactly ideal conditions to play an extremly challenging golf course.
Wayne's quote of the day, "If you ever go through through Susanville, CA run over a skate-board-dude and don't look back."
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