I leave 9:30-ish, which is early for me. I couldn’t really relax because if some ranger drove up and hassled be about not registering at this point I would be annoyed for not having left, so … I left!<\/p>\n
I used the time to explore the other big campground here at the north end of the lake, Kyen<\/strong>. I dunno what’s up with these odd names. It is much more accessible, no long access road with a big ugly speed bump every 200 yards. The boat launch is here, and there were people and signs of semi-permanent habitation. The campground had the same stupid “credit card” sign posted though… \u00a0I think I like where I stayed better, but now I know what the other choice is like.<\/p>\n On to breakfast in Willets<\/strong>. I stop at sorry looking place whose big sign simply says “Dinner”. It wasn’t Grimaldi’s. but something close – Grimbaldi’s? Yelp said it was OK, and it was. It had two very cute waitresses. It’s across the parking lot from a muscle-boy workout gym, so maybe there’s something going on there.<\/p>\n Onward again. The nice lady at Richardson Grove State Park<\/strong> gives me a one hour pass so I can grab a little nap in the redwoods. aahhh, that was just the ticket! Then I chill out by driving a stretch of the Avenue of the Giants<\/strong>.<\/p>\n Eureka and family by 5-ish. Just in time to go to Tyler’s baseball practice, where I froze my butt off in the fog and wind. We ended up eating Mexican at Esmeralda’s<\/strong>. \u00a0On top of the chorizo omelette for breakfast in Willets it turned out to be a little too much Mexican flavoring for one day. \u00a0I’m tasted it all night :(<\/span><\/p>\n Sunday – Martha and the boys and I have an adventure in Ferndale<\/strong> and hike a teeny little bit of the top of the Lost Coast<\/strong>.<\/p>\n It’s always hard to say goodbye. \u00a0I manage, then hit Old Town Coffee<\/strong>, Humboldt Smokehouse<\/strong>, and Safeway<\/strong> on the way out of town, for my caffeine, dinner, general grocery needs respectively.<\/p>\n Route 299 east to Redding is always exhausting. By the time I get to Willow Creek<\/strong> I am ready to eat and rest a while. I go to the mexican place this time, and I’m glad I did. Nothing fancy, but competent Mexican food. Everybody else in there seemed pretty clearly to be pot growers.<\/p>\n Back on the road for another 45 minutes to Pigeon Point<\/strong>. I got there pretty early – 4:30 – and was able to snag the prime, perfect spot looking out over the river. I spent my 3-4 hours of daylight reading, writing, and eating. I even got in the river! \u00a0it was pretty cold, so I just waded in and sat on a rock in the water for \u00a0a while! There was only the tiniest sliver of a moon setting in the west tonight (waxing crescent :), and I created a little excitement for myself by computing till after dark, then looking around and realizing it was pitch black and I was 30 yards from the van. \u00a0<\/span>I stumbled and crawled for 20 minutes or so to get back – duh.<\/span><\/p>\n WHUFU page for: Pigeon Point Campground<\/a><\/b><\/p> \n On a bend in the Trinity River. The main deal here is the heavily used boat ramp, I think the campground was built as an adjunct to it. Just seven sites, a couple of which are really nice.\r<\/p>\n \r<\/p>\n Busy Route 299 is only 30 yards away, so when a truck passes you hear it. Fortunately, the road is not busy after dark.\r<\/p>\n Not quite as torrid as Redding, but still pretty darned hot until the sun goes down. <\/p>\n<\/p> <\/p>tonight<\/b>: \n Arrived early in the day on the first Monday in June and got perfect campsite #6 again! This little jewel of a campground is set up for river rafters, so my site and another have 2-3 picnic tables, and are made to handle big groups of partying river people. But they ain't here tonight, so I get the sweet spot!<\/p>\n<\/p><\/div>\n The temperature was perfect, and the bugs weren’t bad – some big floppy droners, but no mosquitoes or other biting-itching kinds of critters – so I slept with the van door open, dozed off looking and \u00a0hearing the happy Trinity River in the waning moonlight. That’s pretty awesome. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Around sunrise I woke up enough to notice I was cold and shut the door till I got myself going 9:30-ish.\u00a0Last night’s parking angle, which gave me the best river panorama, turns out to be the worst parking angle for sunrise – DUH. \u00a0So it got pretty hot in the van. \u00a0But it was very nice outside in the shade, so I hung out, ate and wrote this blog for a while.<\/p>\n I am getting better at preventing blood-sugar panic. I processed a big, hearty bowl of cereal, which got me past the forgettable food options of Weaverville<\/strong>, to Brew<\/strong>, the almost hipster-ish coffee place in Redding<\/strong>.<\/p>\n Then, despite my best efforts at detailed planning with the wifi at Brew, came a series of minor but annoying FAILs – there was the u-turn to go back a diesel station FAIL, then diesel SUCCESS, but spending that time led to a (five-star) deli FAIL (closed at 3PM :< ), then a successful Camping World<\/strong> interlude(*), then Apple maps FAIL on the less-good deli, but that put me in the neighborhood for Safeway SUCCESS.<\/p>\n So three hours later I am on the road with all my objectives accomplished – full tank, dinner in the fridge, shiny new levelling chocks for the van plus a cute little level – and it’s not much later than I would have wanted it to be!<\/p>\n (*)\u00a0Camping World brought up a lot of negative feelings I should think about. The fact that the big ladies and the old dudes in the panama hats are now “my people” in the world of RV nomadism was depressing. I do not have a giant rig that lumbers from the Sam’s Club to the KOA, but just being amongst them made me feel old and over the hill.<\/p>\n Nice easy drive up, \u00a0up, up to Lassen National Park<\/strong>, and just inside the park, Manzanita Lake Campground<\/strong>. It’s pleasantly chilly here at 5900′. Funny to think that sultry, sweltering Redding is only 50 miles away (and 5500′ lower!).<\/p>\n WHUFU page for: Manzanita Lake Campground<\/a><\/b><\/p> \n My campsite karma failed tonight, and I am 40 feet away from overweight theater troupe, who act as if they've never been out of the city before and are being very, very loud very late into the evening.\r<\/p>\n \r<\/p>\n Elevation 5900', so it's pleasantly cool here, even while Redding, 50 miles west and 5500' lower is hitting 101.<\/p>\n<\/p> <\/p>tonight<\/b>: \n My campsite karma failed tonight, and I am 40 feet away from overweight theater troupe, who act as if they've never been out of the city before and are being very, very loud very late into the evening.\r<\/p>\n \r<\/p>\n Elevation 5900', so it's pleasantly cool here, even while Redding, 50 miles west and 5500' lower is hitting 101.<\/p>\n<\/p><\/div>\n The only campers within shouting distance unfortunately use shouting as their natural form of communication. I am not digging them. They keep the party going till after 11, 10pm Quiet Time<\/em> notwithstanding.<\/p>\n Wow, I am a little surprised at what a hearty and sincere dislike I developed for those campers across the way. Probably nice, warm-hearted, kind people, but a complete disregard for the fact that if they shut their fucking mouths you could hear birds and the wind in the trees and whatever sounds nature put out there. So they’re nice to each other, but they don’t give a s–t about the rest of us. \u00a0Well, whatever … it was only one night, I had a great time on my hike and didn’t suffer too much at the campsite, so let’s move on.<\/p>\n I enjoy expensive camp store coffee and the rest of yesterday’s brownie by the lake, then I’m off for a tourist-y day in the National Park. The road goes up to 8,800′. There is still a LOT of snow up there. The two lakes you drive past are still choked with slushy ice which makes them even prettier.<\/p>\n Visit the Visitors Center on the south side of the park, then it’s time to get into driving mode and motor back to Reno. \u00a0All those marshy valleys between here and Susanville<\/strong> are very pretty this time of year. \u00a0And in fact, even the sort of bleak drive down 395 from Susanville to Reno was green and pretty and scenic also.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I leave 9:30-ish, which is early for me. I couldn’t really relax because if some ranger drove up and hassled be about not registering at this point I would be annoyed for not having left, so … I left! 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