Leaving Pyramid Lake, we headed into California. WFS had ripped out( before we left) CA and OR from our old atlas. I, the NAGivator, consulted the old fashion road map. No GPS, no iPad , no nothing, just the roadmap in my lap. A fuzzy old friend. We decided to go through Plumas and the Sierra Nevada range to Lassen Volcanic National Park. We found an irresistible little ice cream and burger stand, The Polka Dot, nestled by a creek. I love old signs and milkshakes. !bingo! Fueled for the day, we ambled toward the imposing peak of Lassen. 10,457. Cold too! The road was closed about two thirds of the way up,so, we drove the road as far and high as we could. 'tWas amazing. We scurried down Lassen and headed toward a higher peak, Mt Shasta, 14,162.
While talking with Jaxon on the phone about Lassen and Shasta, he asked the last time it erupted. 1921(Lassen), and the time before that, he asked.... Don't know, said I,to which he replied, if you get that information, I can tell you when it will blow again and you'll have time to get out of there!
Nothing blew, so we camped on the deep forest floor with bear roaming about. We didn't SEE a single bear but they do poop in the woods. I swear.
We could see Castle Crag and Mt Shasta from the vista near camp. Plus, the divine Sacramento Riverr rapids were a mere mile and a half away by the bear trail.
We had a coin toss, head for Crater Lake or Redwoods National Park and the sea~ we cheated a little. The Pacific was singing a compelling song. Camping by the sea tonight.
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