Lake Almanor to Tionesta, CA: 167 miles (about 3 hrs 15 min)
Total since leaving San Carlos: 1,487 miles
Yesterday evening was cool-ish but not particularly uncomfortable. But, it certainly got cold during the night. I’ve been sleeping more or less covered by a sheet, usually with a fan blowing on me all night long. Night before last I was able to skip the fan. Last night, not only did I not need a fan, I could have used a light blanket, too. Too lazy to get up and get one so I just curled up into a little ball, or as little a ball as my stiff old joints allow, pulled the sheet up to my chin and toughed it out. It actually wasn’t all that bad but a blanket really would have felt good. When I got up at 5:30, it was 51 degrees inside and the neighbor told me it was 39 outside. I put on long pants, socks and a flannel shirt for the first time since February, except for nighttime watches during a couple of overnight passages. Weather Underground says I can look forward to another night of it before it starts to warm up again. I’ve already broken out the blanket for tonight.
Maybe it’s because I’m coming from a warm climate to a cooler one but it was really hard to convince myself today that it’s late spring and not fall. After going from shorts, t-shirts and flip-flops to long pants, flannel shirts and socks, it’s just hard to believe that summer is coming.
Had a pretty slow morning. I was going to cook myself some sausage and eggs but, when I pulled the package of Jimmy Dean out of the fridge, the package was blown up like a balloon. This use to happen to us when we’d buy potato chips in town (700′) and then take them home (2000′). The bags would be blown up like roadkill as the air inside expanded against the lighter air pressure. But I don’t remember it ever happening to Jimmy Dean sausage. And, I’m pretty sure I bought the sausage in Bishop which is only maybe 400′ lower than Lake Almanor, which hardly counts. The fridge doesn’t work very well when driving. Usually the flame blows out and that’s that. And, I parked on kind of a non-level surface when I was parked in front of my niece’s house the other day so it wasn’t working very well there either. I did open the package and, even the air that was expelled seemed to smell OK. I smelled the sausage and it smelled fine. I went ahead and cooked it up and it smelled great. But, in the end, I just couldn’t bring myself to take the chance. Food poisoning is bad enough. Food poisoning on the road would be nearly unbearable. So I tossed the sausage and cooked bacon instead. And shed a little tear.
The sausage led me to toss everything in the fridge that might have suffered or has been in there too long and, of course, that led to more dishes to be done. Anyway, I didn’t get on the road until a little after 10:00.
Speaking of things spoiling, I realized today that I need to run my hot water heater more often. I haven’t lit it in months. But, since it was cold this morning and I had a bunch of greasy dishes to wash, I decided hot water would be the way to go. Wow! Talk about STINK! Geez, that water was just plain nasty smelling. Think maybe I need to cycle through it a little more often. Once I get to Cody’s I’ll drain all the water tanks and flush them out thoroughly.
My goal for today was either Eagle’s Nest RV Park or Hawk’s nest RV Park, both within about a mile of each other on the same road outside Tionesta, just south of Tulelake, California. The drive was pretty and there was almost no other traffic. All of my photos were taken from the cab because I never got out of the rig until I stopped at the RV park. Didn’t even get out to gas up. The only places to gas up were Chester (way too expensive) or Susanville. The only thing that stopped me in Susanville was that both the stations I passed were on the wrong side of the street. Might have been a Chevron station on my side but Chevron’s prices are always way higher than anyone else’s. Don’t you just love how independent that auxiliary gas tank allows me to be? I do.
Here are a few shots of the drive:
After I got settled today I started looking at the atlas to figure out tomorrow’s trip. Once I realized that Cody’s house, and Lulu were only 268 miles away, I decided that I was tired of talking to myself. So tomorrow I’m going to hit the road early, stop for a real (as opposed to a McD’s) breakfast along the way and then just push on through to the Silverton Hills. I can smell the barn. Then I’ll get to get started on a long list of maintenance items I’ve been developing to get Flipper ready for the Epic Road Trip this fall.