This stretch of Interstate I would not recommend, nasty. 370 miles
This was beautiful, especially the part from Mt. Shasta to Susanville. 385 miles
The Cauthorn Family: First Row: Georgeanne, Aidan, Benedict, Elizabeth. Second Row: Vincent, Amelia, Jessica, Luke, Thomas. Father, Matt, had to go to work.No pictures again as I have spent two days on the Interstate. There was good news and bad news. The bad news was I-5 from Bellingham through Portland. I experienced about an hour delay due to an accident, but the northbound lane was backed up for twenty miles due to construction and who knows what. I had filled up in Ketchikan at Safeway for $3.35 so I couldn’t stop in Bellingham just up from the boat dock and fill for $2.73 (see the “tendencies” in a later blog.)
I spent a fast two hours with my niece and her family in Eugene Saturday morning. They are in the process of buying a new place with acreage so everyone is pretty excited.
Saturday afternoon, I met a high school friend and his wife for lunch in Ashland. We hung out together for a year in high school and have touched lives sporadically for the past fifty years.
The good news (see first paragraph) was I-5 from Ashland to Mt. Shasta, California and beyond. The scenery in southern Oregon is as good as it gets, and snow covered Shasta was on the horizon for miles. I turned east at Shasta and rode through the awesome redwoods for a hundred miles to Susanville where I spent the night. I was lucky to get a room. “Hot August Nights,” an annual car show in Reno, had people overflowing 85 miles up here to Susanville. It took me three stops to find a motel and then, I got the last room. Too close for comfort.
While the trip from I-5 to Susanville was scenic, it was fraught with fuel anxiety. In the 130 mile stretch there is only one gas station at, aptly enough, Old Station. I wouldn’t have known about it unless I had stopped at a campground and inquired. Not the last of California gas prices $3.65. All in all a happy couple of days. Today, Sunday I head to Reno, Virginia City, Carson City, and Tahoe.
I spent a fast two hours with my niece and her family in Eugene Saturday morning. They are in the process of buying a new place with acreage so everyone is pretty excited.
Saturday afternoon, I met a high school friend and his wife for lunch in Ashland. We hung out together for a year in high school and have touched lives sporadically for the past fifty years.
The good news (see first paragraph) was I-5 from Ashland to Mt. Shasta, California and beyond. The scenery in southern Oregon is as good as it gets, and snow covered Shasta was on the horizon for miles. I turned east at Shasta and rode through the awesome redwoods for a hundred miles to Susanville where I spent the night. I was lucky to get a room. “Hot August Nights,” an annual car show in Reno, had people overflowing 85 miles up here to Susanville. It took me three stops to find a motel and then, I got the last room. Too close for comfort.
While the trip from I-5 to Susanville was scenic, it was fraught with fuel anxiety. In the 130 mile stretch there is only one gas station at, aptly enough, Old Station. I wouldn’t have known about it unless I had stopped at a campground and inquired. Not the last of California gas prices $3.65. All in all a happy couple of days. Today, Sunday I head to Reno, Virginia City, Carson City, and Tahoe.
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