Thursday, Sept. 30.
We got on the way north to Cedarville, a little place located right in the corners of Oregon, California and Nevada. You can stand in the middle of the old volcano valley and see all those states at the same time. We’ve got 200 miles to go up I-395.
Passing old desert homes, we preferred the front door, so to speak. Gerlach is all we’ll miss, and there is so little traffic this way we’d all ready gone 100 miles by 11:00 The temperature is a lovely 74 degrees. There are truck weigh-ins from time to time. Darrel thinks there should be people weigh ins too.
The valley near Susanville spreads flat and golden all horsefarms. Alfalfa farms, great squares patch the whole valley in farmland. Dotted for shade around the houses, are glorious clusters of trees. Which, of course, makes me homesick for the used-to-be.
Just before Alturas the land is volcanic rocks, soft gold grass, short pines and sagebrush. We were climbing--8000 ft and 82 degrees. The old train track that used to run beside the road has been removed--at least the greenie Californians have taken the asphalt away.
But its old track bed is still there. It’s probably a wonderful horse path. I don’t know who “Lardass” is, but he’s apparently responsible for a store that’s too close to the road, according to the sign out front.
With 35 miles left to Alturas the trees are dense and taller. We got over the edge and started down into Alturas’ volcano valley. The town of Likely boasts a population of 200 and is straight ahead at 5000 feet elevation. All that’s needed for a perfect picture is a tribe of Modoc Indians riding by on their pintos.
I ate my peanuts and watched the circling hawks shopping for lunch. Ha! Now we passed the “Most Likely” Cafe. I love fun words. We passed the school with two cars in the parking lot at 12:20. A volcanic rim surrounds as, as I already mentioned. But to see it seems kind of moon-walkish. We saw a radio tower but no radio station beneath it. The pond covered with ducks was more interesting to watch.