Wrapping up, in mostly pictorial form--with a few fast facts to begin:
- miles: 538
- gallons gas used: 9
- MPG: 59.7 (driving conditions: mountainous 2/3s of mi.s, running AC ~ 1/2 time, speed in mt. terrain varied btwn. 30 - 55).
- national forests: 3 (Lassen, Plumas, Tahoe)
- counties: 11 (Lassen, Plumas, Tehama, Nevada, Placer, Glen, Colusa, Yolo, Placer, Sierra, & X).
- highest elevation traversed: 6701 @ Yuba Pass
- 2nd highest elevation: 5758 @ Morgan Summit
- smartest thing I did before I left: ran by work to get business cards (which I otherwise NEVER use).
- dumbest thing I did on this trip: climbed a boulder while wearing flip-flops
- weird fact for which I would love to know the biological basis: I never get car/motion sick when driving in the mountains as long as I am at the wheel.
partial map of my route (click to enlarge all photos)
A couple scenes from the Yuba Summit--I drove this really early in the morning and was practically alone on the road. The lack of traffic and the natural beauty made this leg of journey really magical.
(above & below) vista point between the towns of B*ssetts & C*lpine, and near the junction of hghways 49 & 89.
Entering Qu*ncy, seat of Plumas County
their airport sits in the heart of a beautiful mt. meadow
quaint town (looking N., above) with gorgeous courthouse all decked out in white marble (below)
(below) interior of the museum portion of the archives in which I was doing research on Tuesday
after the museum closed, I headed north up to and through Keddie (another gorgeous, mountain drive)
looking E. over the valley named above, where grn.-ville is located
lacey moss-laden branches lying on the cemetery grounds
back on 89, headed N with Mt. L*ssen looming in the distance
Pulling into my northernmost destination, where research subject lived from 1915-1941 (after graduating from the Carl*sle Ind*an Industrial School in PA.)
I'll stay here again...clean, comfortable, new--w/brkfst included. Nat'l volcanic park is just a few miles N--hence the motel name.
The next morning, I was up early to go out to town cemetery in hopes of finding RS's g-father or mother's gravesite. No luck--all WWI era (or later) settler folks. Then I was off to see if I could find the general location of the hunting & fishing camp that RS and her husband ran on the shores of Lake A. (above).
Headed E. on 36, I passed yet another historical marker referencing original pioneer settler.
This museum was just the classic small town museum
The museum is located along the southern shore of the (now-dammed) and gently meandering Feather River, whose snow-melt is mostly-siphoned off by Lake A.