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.
Some Huge pinecones.
And Jesse got to play in the snow.
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.
