We are presently reposing in a chicken yard cleverly disguised as a RV park in scenic Weed, Ca. The town is named after a fellow, Abner Weed, who in 1961 established a lumber business hereabouts. We made the drive from Reno to Mt. Shasta where we enjoyed lunch among the youthful crowd in this pretty village. We were in the shadow of this magnificent mountain, towering some 14,000’ above the Cascade Range, where we enjoyed a lunch and Miss Sharon quaffed a gigantic blackberry Maggie-Rita. The designated driver enjoyed a damned Pepsi. The drive north was fantastic, with beautiful tall pine forests much of the way. The roads were a 6-7 with good shoulders and nominal traffic. Weed is a few miles north of Mt. Shasta, just off I-5.
It is hard to imagine that Californians elected Gravel Nusance their Governor and the likes of Fancy Potted as a representative. In fairness, up here we passed a number of Trump signs and not a single Joey B sign. Being a sleuth, I quickly deduced that much of California’s budget woes are the result of deer crossing warning signs, located about every 10 miles or so on their highways, advising of frequent deer movements, some miles ahead. The warned highways overlap one another and they could save money by putting up a big neon sign suggesting you were going to hit a deer if you weren’t concentrating on the immediate road ahead. It figures, the deer are as restless as Californians in general, who are fleeing the state in huge numbers.
Now, about the campground. It has a large chicken pen, replete with old Shasta trailers acting as coops. I managed to capture a picture of Roho, the boss rooster who was selecting his roost partner for the evening. Several of his harem were outside their pen, wandering through the campground precluding anyone from walking about at dusk. You are quite likely to step where you should not, resulting in your shoes reeking of Democratic cologne, or pardon me, chicken shite.
Tomorrow we will be out of California and travelling north into Oregon in search of the coastal gem, US 101. An additional thought, I shopped for diesel fuel and finally found a bargain at 5.43 a gallon. The pump ran hot as it delivered this fuel with the cost meter turning at breakneck speed. Some more of their government at work…..
Have a great week!
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