Tom Waits is softly singing from our stereo. Alex is starting a fire with dried moss. And the clouds are turing pink as the sun sets on us for the firs time in Oregon. Yes today was a momentous day: the crossing of our first state line.
We left the dust and heat of Whiskytown Lake this morning, stopped in Redding to get money from the bank and headed North through the Klamath Mountains. On your way up the five to Oregon, you pass by Lake Shasta, Mt Shasta the small town of Weed, and end in the High desert.
As we've been traveling through Northern Califorina we've really seen how little water there is. No place made that quite as apparent as seeing Lake Shasta. In my imagination Lake Shasta is full, and really really big. Right now, the water level looks like its about 100 ft lower than it should be. Parts of the Lake have gotten so low that now there is just a huge canyon and a small river of water flowing through the bottom. It was interesting to see the drought like that; imagine if everyone took shorter showers or no baths (what a sad idea!) how much fuller the lake would have been the drought will still go on, but at least we would conserve this important resource.
From there the car climbed us up to the base of Mt. Shasta. Its sheer size is amazing. We got out of the car to look at it from 6,000 ft. The top of the Mountain is at 14,000 feet. I know we'll see bigger mountains, but that was the first really big one. There I started to feel like we were leaving the state.
At the Oregon boarder there is a Visitor's Center- last second we decided to go in, and I'm so glad that we did because we got a TON of free information about all different parts of the state.
Well it's getting dark now and I think I should enjoy the fire that's buring away in front of me. . .
Collier Campground: Southern Oregon
Aug 17, 2009
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