Tuesday. OK, we're in Dunsmuir this evening, somewhat over half the way back to Oakland. Up this morning and out the door in Portland at eight arriving in Dunsmuir before three. A long drive, but no problems, feel good about finishing it out tomorrow.
Not much in the way of pictures. Another deer, this time a fawn grazing alone at a rest stop, not particularly afraid of the people nearby watching. Another photograph of Mt. Shasta, hard not to take a picture of Mt. Shasta as you're passing.
I'm staying at a motel I've stayed at in the past here in Dunsmuir. I like the town, have since I once passed through decades ago in the seventies during night, eating at a restaurant packed with long haired people my age who obviously lived in the town. Felt nice, welcoming.
A few years a go I looked at what they had in the way of real estate prices, but decided living out in the forest near Mt. Shasta was probably not a particularly sensible move. Such is life.
I spent some time cleaning up more pictures to post on Facebook of the family party, walked down the way to buy a large bottle of Corona and an ice cream cone at a local market, something I've done before.
A quick walk looping through the town (the very small town) to see what I could see and then back to the motel room to finish yesterday's entry before starting this one. Pretty exciting stuff for the middle of a week, don't you think?