We headed down the hill in search of solar, but first we had to clean all our clothes and shop for food.

Don parked in Old Shasta on two occasions so that I could explore the new historical markers. I last stopped by for exploration two years ago.

Back in May, I rode to Arcata and back to visit with the Activated Storytellers (and, it turned out, a couple of other interesting traveling families as well). It was a gorgeous ride on highway 299, which isn’t quite as twisty west of Weaverville as it is east of there, but still has more than [...]

I rode into Redding, and acquired Manly Tools. Then I brought them back, where they did marvelous and exciting things to the transmission.

I went to Weaverville with Kerry, and while waiting in the car noticed how pretty the shadows were against the walls of the old-town buildings.

Last November I took one of my last rides of the year, to finish my Markeroni Challenge. I stopped off at the rest area on highway 299 and spotted this sign. Someone had stuck a funky little sticker over the sign-guy’s face. It was cute.

Coming out of Shasta, there’s a loooooong steep hill that is perhaps the longest straight from here to the summit. Things lumber up it, slowly. Things like us.

In an RV, we expect to be overtaken. However, we do not expect to be overtaken by a pickup pulling a trailer full of mattresses. Unsecured mattresses that flopped alarmingly as the guy went round his corners just a little too fast. Eep!

I’ve been trying to photograph this critter since May! The pylon is placed in Whiskeytown Lake and every shot I took until now was just a blur or obscured by something. I just find it fascinating! We took a quick run down the hill to get propane and supplies at the end of October.