Roam around Brookings and a strange story

Another bright day dawned.

We had confessed to Steve and Mary that we now had possession of their bread knife (having forgotten to return it last week) and all was well with the world. A nice gentle start to the day was augmented by Sally getting a trip to a local ladies hairdresser in Brookings, leaving me a couple of hours to clamber over rocks at Chetco Park, a beach headland. Took some lovely pics and enjoyed the sunshine.

Dropped in to the local Tourist Info and picked up the start of a fascinating tale with its roots way back into World War II. A tale which makes Brookings unique in American history.
After picking Sally up from the hairdressers we ate a Chinese lunch at the Onion Steak House and Grill. It was really nice. We decided to explore Brookings a little more. We wanted to explore its little harbour, its beach and the river which runs in to the sea there. We successfully did all those things and had a gentle but pleasant afternoon.
First though we just had to go to Brookings Library. Why? To see a famous Samurai Sword which belongs to Brookings City.
Why? Because it was given to the city by a japanese man called Nobuo Fujita.
So what is the story? Brookings is the only place on the American Mainland that was ever attacked by the Japanese.
The story is: On September 9th 1942 a Japanese submarine modified to carry a tiny modified Zero plane surfaced 25 miles off Cape Blanco, the plane carried two incendiary bombs. The plan was to drop the bombs on the tinder dry West Coast of America and cause devastating wildfires which would create terror in the hearts of Americans and cause a lot of damage. The pilot was Nobuo Fujita, he took off and flew to the mainland, when he reached land he dutifully dropped his two incendiary bombs about 16 miles from Brookings, creating a strong fire. He then returned to his submarine. He returned to Japan a hero.
Unfortunately (or fortunately) one incendiary device failed to ignite properly and the other one landed away from people and property and because of an exceptionally wet summer did very little damage.
However the plane and the fire were seen by two spotters, though they could not identify it because it was foggy, but could see the smoke caused by the fire. They hiked to the spot and found the fragments of the bomb, a small crater and some smoldering tree trunks.
Because of war time censorship the news was not released widely.
So how did Brookings get the Samurai Sword? In 1962 the Junior Chamber of Commerce thought it would be a good idea to invite the pilot to attend the annual Azalea Festival as a guest. This of course promoted all sorts of argument, with intervention even from the president himself, however it turns out that the pilot had spent years racked with remorse at his action and was only too willing to come to Brookings to promote peace. Despite threats to himself and family he came over in May 1962. He presented his family's Samurai sword, which is over 400 years old, as an offering of peace and goodwill to the country that was a former enemy, a genuine act of contrition and friendship that made the sword a 'gift of peace'. Nubuo Fujita returned three times to Brookings, the last time he planted a redwood tree in the spot where the bomb struck. He died in 1997 and the sword is now proudly on display in the Brookings library.
So we had to go and pay our respects to it and to the promotion of international friendship and goodwill that it symbolises.
What a great story - Only In America

Sunrise at Harris Beach

Managed to get up early and wander down to the beach to get some Dawn Views of the beach

Travelling through Oregon to Harris Beach S.P.

After leaving Crater Lake we drove through some lovely Oregon countryside, down the Rogue Valley, stopping at the Rogue Valley Gorge, which is another beautiful spot.
We camped overnight at Thevalley of The Rogues S.P., which is full of trees in their their Fall colours. On Saturday we pushed on, eager to get to the coast and start the return leg of our journey, but taking time for a bowl of soup and some chips in a wayside cafe called Sue Sue's, which was definitely pink.

We have been very impressed with Oregon State Parks, so rather than returning to California, where the parks are a bit iffy, we took the road to the coast, but turned back North into Oregon again and stopped at Brookings. A state Park called Harris Beach, which is wonderful. it sits above a very rocky beach, with little islands, headlands and bays. Our first thought was "Goonies" we could almost see the pirate ship sailing amongst the jagged rocks of the beach.

Crater Lake - A difficult task

We had come this way so that we could see Crater Lake, as it seemed l ike a good idea. What we did not realise is that it is so gobsmackingly awesome. It merits almost every superlative you can come up with.

It is the remains of a volcano, which poured out its basalt innards, then the central cone collapsed down into the space left when the basalt erupted. Over the years the crater that was left filled with water to create a lake. There is no way out so the water just gets deeper until the surface area evaporation equals the reainwater entering.
The end result is an almost circular lake which is 6 miles across, with 1,000ft sheer volcanic cliffs all the way round. The lake is 1900 feet deep, absolutely clear and the deepest blue you can imagine. The overall effect when the road reaches the crater rim is achingly beautiful. You just stand and look and look and look. Photos of course cannot do it justice. It just has to remain in our memory as one of the most beautiful natural wonders we have seen. So beautiful that it is a difficult task to describe it.

Leaving Weed

Thursday 27th
We feel the approaching cold weather, the thermometer got down to 26 deg. and today we must move on. We want to move North into Oregon, so that we can skirt the coastal mountains by going through Grant’s Pass, this will take us to the coast, once there we will be safe from the approaching winter and we can make our way down the coast back to San Francisco.
So we packed up our trailer and with sadness left Steve and Mary. A bit like Bilbo leaving Rivendell, we were now leaving behind the last bit of California, beyond them lay the unkown’s of Oregon.
We travelled North on 97, stopping once to look back at Mt Shasta for the last time, then on across the border to Klamuth Falls, where we stopped to lay in supplies at a Walmart. The further on to the Collier State Park campground.
We found this to be a very agreeable campground, with full hookup, this enabled us to dump our black waste, which has been building since we left Red Bluff ten days ago. At $17 per night this is a definite improvement on California (Burney Falls would have been $30 per night for dry camping, but for Sally’s Access Pass). With approaching winter the campground is almost empty and we could take time to pick our spot.

Weed

Wednesday 26th
Today was another day for just loafing round, we made the decision that we would continue North the next day, so I spent some time trying to organise where we could go in Oregon when we pushed further north. A limiting factor is that many campgrounds close before the winter sets in, however I found a route which would take us to Crater Lake, then over to the coast using some campgrounds that would be open.
While Sally took another Dobro lesson with Steve I made my ‘Famous Chicken and Gravy with Rice’ dinner, as taught by Kathy, of ‘Jim and Kathy from Florida’. In the evening Steve invited a really nice couple over to share some Strawberrry Shortcake. We really enjoyed Chris and Maureen’s company, they have the sister dog to Maggie May., and we all just sat a chatted in the comfort of Steve and Mary’s nice warm house.

Visit Mt Shasta

Tuesday 25th

Today the weather was gray, it is now regularly below freezing at night, so the temperature was struggling to get above freezing under the blanket of cloud, we took time to get going in the morning, but by lunch time the skies had cleared and Steve and Mary took us through Shasta City and as far up Mt Shasta as you can go in a car, which is 8,000ft, still 6,000ft below the summit. From there we had a close up look a the mountain and great views ot the surrounding countryside, away to the South East we could just make out Lassen Peak through the misty haze.
On our return down the mountain we stopped in Mt Shasta at a Black Bear Eating House. Where the food is good and the portions enormous, together we had a very good meal and returned to the house stuffed. Another great day.

Weed!

Monday 24th
When we arrived at Steve and Mary’s we parked alongside their lovely home, they welcomed us with open arms, We had met them the previous week at the CBA Fall Camp in Colusa, when they learned that we were travelling North they had invited us to stay and we got on like a house on fire.. They really enjoy living in their house with its view of Mt Shasta. The house had a large living area, with a great view of their garden and the mountain, this leads out onto a large deck, where they can relax in the summer, though the weather has now turned colder, so they prefer to sit indoors, warmed by a large diesel (yes) powered furnace. Steve plays a great Dobro and banjo, while Mary does a lot of quilting They have a lovely dog, called Maggie May, she is the cutest little long haired Daxhound. Very small, very lively, great fun. Today Steve took me up to Yreka and we did a little shopping, followed by a bit of a jam then dinner. It was very pleasant and relaxing. In the evening Steve cooked a great steak on his outdoor BBQ, we had a wonderful day.

On our Way to Weed!

Sunday 23rd

Having had a great day at Burney Falls we pressed on to Weed, where our friends Steve and Mary live.
On the way we stopped at a small town called McCloud.
Since leaving Lassen we have been firmly in Lumber Country. Although some gold mining happened here it has been lumber that has shaped the economy and the lives of the people who live here.
Burney, McCloud, Shasta City and Weed are all lumber towns, although the industry is now much a smaller employer than in the past it has had a significant effect on the town layout and communications.
So having decided to stop in McCloud for a morning coffee/tea we left the highway and cruised through the town, past the beautiful PollyAnna style clapperboard houses and trim gardens with white picket fences and parked by the now defunct railroad built to haul lumber. At the railhead is a small tourist community with coffee and gift shops. We chose the Mountain View Café (as we sat in a window booth we could see Mt Shasta looming in the distance), here we had a great welcome, a pleasant drink and a very nice Apple Crisp Muffin. After a short walk on the covered sidewalk and a long chat to some of the locals we got underway again. The road took us round the base of Mt Shasta.
Mt Shasta dominates this area in every way. It is volcano which has erupted roughly every 450 years for the last 5000 years. It is a single mountain which rises to 14,100ft. The surrounding area is made up of igneous rocks, volcanoes, lava flows, basalt extrusions, ash cones, etc, but none of them rise above 5000 ft. The area around Mt Shasta sits at about 4000ft, so the mountain rises a clear 10,000ft above the surrounding land. Mt Shasta has a double peak, Mt Shastina, a peak which only a little shorter. The whole mountain is permanently covered with snow and boasts 5 permanent glaciers. We first saw it at a distance of 120 miles and photographed it at Red Bluff, 114 miles away.
So having driven round Mt Shasta we arrived at our friends. Their house is just 7 miles from the peak of Mt Shasta, so we could see it very clearly against the bright blue sky of Northern California.

Burney Falls

Friday
We left Lassen Volcanic N.P. with the feeling that we had seen something quite special, as it dropped behind us we could still see the Peak, covered with snow. In front of us growing ever larger we could see the snow covered Mount Shasta, standing out white against the blue sky, still 65 miles away. We stopped at a Mom and Pop Cafe called J.J.'s in Old Station for a cup of tea/coffee and a homemade Blackberry Danish, very nice.
We were heading for a small State Park with a lake, water fall, and campground. As with Lassen Volcano, the water had been switched off in the campground, so we would still be using the tank of Emerald Lake water. The site was large and flat and our house batteries had recharged on the journey, so we were happy.
On Saturday we packed a lunch and set off to see the water fall. We were not disappointed as it is one of the most beautiful water falls tht we have seen. It drops about 100 ft, the main flow splitting into two streams as it flows over the sheer cliff of basalt lava. However for about 75 ft either side a curtain of water cascades from the rock itself, where the basalt sits on a layer of impervious rock. The water then drops into a wide pool, to drain into a river with steep sides and disappear towards the lake. The overall effect is very dramitc and beautiful.
We stood and looked for some time, then had our lunch there. Being adventurous we unshipped Sally's manual chair and walked down to the falls, which are as magnificent from below as from above, and then follwoed the river tothe lake, about a mile and a half away. I think this is the longest walk we have done with the manual chair (apart from trips round Walmart) and it was very enjoyable.
When we left Lassen Volcanic N.P. we were on our way to see friends in Weed, near Mt Shasta, so on Sunday we left the S.P. and drove on towards Weed.

Visiting a volcano

Photo's of day 2 in Lassen Volcanic S.P. Lassen Peak is only 10,400ft high, but dominates the countryside for 50 miles. Its jagged peak is the remains of a volcano, which itself sticks out of the side of a much bigger volcano which blew itself apart many thousands of years ago, leaving a ring of smaller mountains eleven miles wide. Lassen Peak is designated as an active volcano. It last erupted in 1914-15, throwing millions of tons of ash and rock from the North East side up to 30,000ft in the air, removing a significant chunk of the mountain. This series of explosions was caught on film and can be seen at the visitor Center. The volcano is now quiet, although all around it are the signs of continuing activity. We visited the Sulphur Works and were able to see (and smell) fumeroles of steam escaping from the mountain side, many depositing a rime of yellow sulphur and also hot mud holes, where steam boils up through thick mud to escape into the atmosphere. There are also hot lakes, but we were not able to hike to them.
All around us we could see various forms of volcano that have formed over the years. Many cinder cones, identifiable with their sloping sides and little dimples at the summit, even though they may now be covered with trees. Lots of lava fields and lava volcanoes. Many lakes which have been created by the chaotic topography and filled collapsed volcanic craters. It made for a fascinating scenary, unlike anything else we have seen. (even after the lava outpourings we have seen in the Rio Grande Rift Valley of Southern Colorado and New Mexico).

Lassen Volcanic N.P.

Wednesday

While at Red Bluff we made the decision to strike East to visit a lesser known National Park - Lassen Volcanic N.P. Essentially it is a large volcano, with other smaller volcanoes and volcanic phenomena thrown in as well. By now we have worked out that the whole of the Sierra Nevada Mountains are the product of igneous activity, as opposed to the Rocky Mountain Range, which is mainly old sedimentary rocks thrown up to make mountains by the meeting of two tectonic plates, although it too has more than its fair share of volcanoes and igneous rocks.
Anyway, on Thursday morning we set out, having called the N.P. to find thestate of the roads and campgrounds, as we are now moving more into winter and there is the possiblility of closures due to snow. We were reassured by the taped messages that campgrounds were open and had water, so we did not fill our on board fresh water tank, to reduce the weight of the trailer. Although the drive is only about 50 miles it took us nearly a couple of hours as was quite a twisty road, climbing up to 8000 ft in the park.
We arrived at the N.P. and admired the beautiful setting of numerous volcanoes and lots of coniferous trees, only to be told at the park entrance that although some campgrounds were open the water had been turned off for frost protection. There was nothing we could do apart from register our displeasure that they could not get their messages right on the phone, for which they apologied, but did nothing else. So we were now 17 miles from the nearest water! Fortnuyately there are a number of lakes in the park, filled with sparkling clear mountain water, so we stopped at Emerald Lake and used gallon water bottles to slowly fill our fresh water tank, inconvenient but workable. We continued to drive through the park trying hard not to see the volcanic wonders there, as we iontended to return the next day to explore further. We eventually pulled up at Summit Lake South Campground, a campground right in the middle of the park, found a site with a view of the lake and set ourselves up. It was very nice and peaceful, as there were only a couple of other campers there.

Moving North

Last Friday, we had to have the windscreen replaced on our truck as it had a huge crack across it which started out as a chip. We got the truck back the same day but when we drove out on Sunday afternoon to go to see a nearby volcanic mountain (which we couldn't get near to as it was all private land round it) we could still hear air whooshing in down the right hand side. This meant that we had to take it back to the garage on Monday morning to get it fixed so we didn't leave Colusa till after noon.
As we had to drive through Williams and it was lunch time we stopped for a steak meal at Granzellas which everyone has been raving about all week. It was a nice meal but the deli attached to it was fascinating. Olives of every size and colour, imports from Italy all over, Proscutio ham and cooked meats of every descripton, pasta and Italian ice cream. Shame it was very expensive. There was also a gift shop and a motel nearby all belonging to Granzellas. I think they had cornered the market in Williams.
We went north and suddenly saw a huge snow capped mountain in the distance - our first view of Mount Shasta which is a huge 14,000 + feet volcano which just rises out of the valley. It was snow covered and looked huge even though we were about 100 miles away from it.
We arrived at a Forestry Campground at Red Bluff. It's a very nice, pretty place with nature trails and paved walks all over. We went round the trail marked Mount Shasta View, but were disappointed that the view was very limited- probably because trees and bushes had grown since the path was laid. We are having a couple of days rest here and Terry is using his new camera to take shots of the wild life. Shame we didn't see the cayotes that are supposed to be around the trail we went on last night.

Driving up the Californian Central Valley has been very interesting as we have never seen agriculture on this scale before. The valley is 430 miles long and up to 200 miles wide and nearly every bit is used to cultivate crops, using irrigation from the rivers that run through it. We have seen pistachios, almonds, olives, walnuts, rice, vines, alfalfa, sweetcorn, peaches, figs, oranges, satsumas, limes, grapefruits, canteloupes melons, watermelons, strawberries and other crops we couldn't identify. They were harvesting rice as we drove up yesterday. Amazing. It all depends on the water so no wonder there have been on going battles about access rights to take water out of the rivers.

Sunday - CBA Fall Jam Camp

So The Jam Camp has just finished to day and the 70 or so rigs have all pulled out leaving just a couple who will take off on Monday.
So what have we done this week?
Well after the rain on Monday the sun has shone all week. Sally and I have more or less got up, eaten breakfast then just sat under our, or other peoples awnings and talked, played guitar, dobro and sung bluegrass, country and gospel music. We have done the minimum of cooking, just eating salad and meat. We have hardly been outside of the Colusa County Fairground all week.
We have met some of the best people, who are generous and warm hearted. We have had the time to take it all in and enjoy it. Because we could jam all day Sally has been able to get some lessons and practice the Dobro, as well as learn some new songs. Because we could jam all night I have been able to sit and play with some amazing musicians. My confidence has improved, if not my playing skills.
A list of the friends we have made would only leave someone out.
We have just had the greatest time.

Colusa

We arrived in Colusa in the rain, it was quite miserable, but we were gretted by some really nice folks who helped us to settle in.
We have come to Colusa to take part inthe California Bluegrass Association Fall Jam Camp In.
We are staying for almost a week and expect to spend a lot of that time playing bluegrass with others.
This morning the sun shone again and we were able to sit out and jam with our neighbours, all the time new folks are arriving and setting up their RV's.
As we were expecting some mail I had driven to the post office yesterday, only to find that it is closed because it it Columbus Day (?). So Sally and I set out this morning to see if we had received any mail. Joy of Joys, Peter and Jan had sent my music book on to Colusa, having forgotten to take it from their house in Winton.

Folsom Lake State Park - Sunday

One of the things to do in Denver is to visit the Pikes Peak Cog railway (actually at Colorado Springs), which we did when we visted our niece Sarah. Quite unusually on that Cog railway trip up the mountain (actually coming down, but never mind), Sally got into converstaion with a very nice Fireman from Sacramento. In the conversation we mentiioned that we were going to visit Folsol Lake SP, by coincidence he lives but 2/3 miles from the park, so we arranged to meet up when we got to Folsom Lake SP. So today Sally and I had a quiet morning, then toured old Folsom Historic Arean, which is very nice, down by the Americas River, across from the prison, before going to the local supermarket (Raleys) to catch up on the weeks shopping. In the evening KC came and visited to our trailer. He also brought his lovely wife Rose and their son Walter. We had a splendid evening and chatted for far too long into the evening. We swopped stories of the road (walter had been on vacation to England) and learned more history of the Central Valley and just chatted, we got on like a house on fire, (which is OK because KC is a fireman). We had a very pleasant evening. When they left their car would not start (flooded we think) so I took them home in the van, whereupon Walter, having been left with the car to await the arrival of AAA, got the car started and drove home as well.
So we now have some good 'people memories' of Folsom Lake as well as the lovely lake and blue skies which always improve a place.
Thanks KC, Rose and Walter

Sacramento - Saturday

Having rested for a day at Folsom Lake S.P. we ventured into Sacramento.
Sacramento is the Capital City for California, so our first call was at the Capitol Building. The weather was now a clear and sunny 75 degrees, very pleasant. The Capitol building is set in lovely gardens with lots of strange trees, many of them labelled. Our overriding impression, on this Saturday afternoon was of Weddings! We saw about half a dozen different wedding parties being photographed in the grounds and on the steps of the Capitol. Great fun.
We enjoyed looking round the Capitol building, but then needed lunch! We were recommened a local Chinese Restaurant, called Ma Jong's. So we went for it. The menu was a list of vegetables and sauces, to which you just add the meat you want to have. So we had Orange sauce with Chicken and honey and sugared walnuts with Shrimp, really nice. Enough to bring home for lunch on Sunday.
The restaurant was very smart, with a huge outside garden area, very pretty.
After this we went down to the Old Sacramento, which is by the river. This is a lovely area which is a mix of museums and shops set amongst the waterfront warehouses and railway, with a nice rear paddle riverboat. We had a gentle wander round the area, with its wooden sidewwalks.

Columbia Historic State Park -Thursday

Columbia Historic State Park is really the town of Columbia, nestled in the fothills of the Sierra Nevada Mountains. It is right in the heart of Gold Mining Country.
It started around 1850 and the entire town has been preserved as it was in about 1870. It looks just like what it is, a mining/cowboy/western movie town, except it is for real. we strolled down Main Street and looked in at the shop windows of the hardware store, saloons, the blacksmith, leather shop and others. We looked in at the museum and found out about the gold - they had on display real gold nuggets that were panned out of the area, a plaster cast of the biggest ever gold nugget found there - 132 oz! Lots of despcriptions about the role that water played in the development of the town.
Before a constant supply of water was brought to the town via wooden shutes and dikes the town closed down in the summer, now panning could go on, not enough water to drik even. Once water arived then the town grew, at a price. Average earnings from gold panning were $8 per day, cost of water was $6 per day! There were battles over this and so the first water wars in California were fought 160 years ago.
We saw the little picket fence house that featured in High Noon. The whole film was due to be shot ther, but it rained and was too green to be a New Mexico town, so it was shot in the studio back lot.
We stopped for a coffee/tea in a saloon, watching the rain. Then packed up and continued up US49. The road became narrower and more twisty and hilly, se we were both grateful and grumpy when we finally made it to the campground. We dined on Cornbeef Hash and Beans.

The Gold Rush - Wednesday

We awoke at 6.00 on Wednesday morning to a wet bed! The skylite above our bed had a neat little hole punched in it, perhaps an acorn or pine cone dropped on it. It had rained solid from Midnight, so a fair amount of water had dripped in. We had wet duvet, bottom sheets, mattress topper and memory foam topper and it was miserable, so we packed up early. We left Yosemite in pouring rain, heading for Folsom Lake SP near Sacramento, taking a last look at the Yosemite Falls, which was now flowing quite fast. We drove north on very winding roads back up to 7000ft (and snow) then down onto US120. We stopped at a little roadside cafe for a brunch, we really enjoyed the 50's Americana decor and the excellent Pancakes (with warm syrup). Driving on we turned north onto US49. This road meanders up through the foothills of the Sierra Nevada, through the area known as the Gold Rush Country. This was the area that gold was discovered in California in the 1850's and is dotted with lots of small towns which still have the victorian wooden buildings, with their balconies and wooden sidewalks so distinctive of the 'Western' style. In fact many westerns moviesw were filmed here.
Folsom Lake is a 177 mile drive, so we stopped overnight at Jamestown, famous for the Jamestown Railway, which we discovered (after we had left) was the railway used in Back To The Future III. Spielberg also had the town built at the end of the railway, but it burnt down in a wildfire. But first things frist, we needed to do some washing, both to dry the bedclothes and clean our clothes. After the washing we did get time to have a wander down the Jamestown Main Street, before going on to Sonora, which also has a Main Street, but is much busier as it still takes the through traffic. We stopped there for an evening meal in a local grill called Outlaws. We had the Blue Plate Special, which was Steak Masala, corn on the cob and scallop potatoes. It was delicious, the steak was huge, tasty and tender. We really enjoyed that one and I claim it as one of the best meals we have had on this trip.
On Thursday we packed up in the rain, but were determined to see as much as we could of the Gold Rush, so we stopped off at the Columbia Historic State Park.

Yosemite Valley - Tuesday

Today we moved our trailer again, only one site, but it still seemed to dominate our day. In the morning we took a look at the Mi-Wok Indian Village Museum, which was interesting, though a little patronising (towards the Indians). After lunch we toured the lower Yosemite Valley (to the West). We took a walk up to the Yosemite Falls, in total about 1700ft drop!. We could get up close to the Lower Falls, which are a mere 650ft, which was quite impressive. The Middle and Upper Falls are only accessible to hikers, though we could see them. The Upper Falls are very impressive at about 1000 ft drop, but not a lot of water was coming over the falls, in fact the water just about disappeared by the time it got to the bottom of the falls, turning to mist as it sped up with gravity.
Following this we viewed El Capitan, a large rock which 'guards' the entrance to Yosemite Valley. Its about a 3000ft sheer rock wall. We sat for about 10 minutes looking and eventually Sally found two climbers half way up the rock face. Almost invisible to the naked eye Sally had found them using the binoculars.
By now the weather was closing in and many of the cliff tops were disappearing as the cloud base lowered with the impending storm. we returned to our trailer and ate Chicken and Rice for tea.

Yosemite Valley - Monday

Monday we moved our trailer from North Pine to Lower Pine Campground and then took a picnic with us to explore the Upper Yosemite Valley. First we went up to the Morror Lake, where the surrounding cliffs, most notably the enormous Half Dome, are reflected in the the still water of the lake, though it was lacking a little water the effect was quite memorable. After a pleasant walk and lunch we moved on to the Happy Isles, three small islands in the middle of the Merced river, which flows through the valley. This gave us some very pleasant views of the river and also Glacier Point to the South. We also went and had a look at the Visitor Center.

Friends in Winton

When we were at the Kings River Campground we made friends with several people, one couple in particular were great fun and asked us to dtop by thier place if we were passing. Although Sequoia is more or les the next valley down from Yosemite it is actually quicker to come back down to the Central Valley, go north and then back up into Yosemite, so this meant that we would be able to visit with Peter and Jan in Winton, near Merced. Driving down from Sequoia we left the great mountains and travelled through the yellow grassy foothills, then onto the heavily cultivated flat land of the Cnetral Valley. We joined I5, which travels the length of the Central Valley linking the many towns an cities there. After passing Merced we turned off and drove thorugh the fruit and nut orchards to Peter and Jan's house. They have a lovely house and garden on a crossroads in the middle of the orchards. After about an hour of manouvering we managed to get the trailer past the big eucalytus stress and onto their front lawn.
We had a lovely relaxing weekend with Peter and Jan, they have a great sense of humour and welcomed us without reservation. They have a lovely little 'summer house motel room' for visitors which was very well appointed. We got to jam some with them and eat together, on Saturday night we really pushed the boat out and went to Sizzlers in Merced. All too soon we had to move on, so that we could drive up to Yosemite on Sunday. We really had a great time with some lovely people.

Going to Yosemite - Sunday

Oops - missed a week!

This blog will give a short update on the week we have missed. Hopefully we will be able to fill it out later.
Friday, Saturday and Sunday we were at the Bluefgras festival whih was great fun.
On Monday we drove up to Sequoia National Park in the mountains and stayed at Cedar Grove Campground Monday and Tuesday night, visiting Kings Canyon.
On Wednesday we moved back to Azalea Campground at Grants Grove.
We used Wednesday and Thursday to explore the giant Sequoias of General Grant and General Sherman.
Not having power or cell phone access meant that we were unable to write our blog during this visit.
On Friday we travelled back down into The Central Valley to satay with some friends just near Merced, north of Fresno.
The weather has been great and we are having a great time.

Thursday - Travelling to Kings River Bluegrass

On leaving Mojave, which is right on the Eastern side of the Mojave Desert, which is relatively flat, we immediately started to climb into the mountains around Tehachapi (the emphasis is: the 'ha', sound as in 'ha'ppy and the 'api', sound as in h'appy'). The road runs through a fairly narrow mountain pass, accompanied by a narrow gauge, but very busy, railroad (do not confuse narrow gauge with the small private railways in England and Wales, many railways in USA are narrow gauge, yet carry full size wagons, each wagon may be stacked with two freight containers. Their may be more than a hundred wagons in a train, being pulled by four or five big diesel locomotoves). To either side, towering above on the mountain tops are hundreds of wind turbines of all different sizes. In September the grass, which covers the mountains as far as you can see, are golden yellow colour, waiting for the rains to come in November, when they will turn green again.
After passing Tahachapi we started to drop down, as we cleared the mountains the colour of the landscape changed to green. As far as the eye could see there was a flat plain, which was covered with crops. This was the area simply called 'The Central Valley'. It was a desert until the water which flows from the Sierra Nevada was captured and used for irrigation, mkaing The Central Valley one of the most productiver agricultural areas on Earth. The valley is about the size of England,more than four hundred miles long and up to 250 miles wide, which is intensively agriculturalised. Hopefully we will be able to write more about this area of California later.
Driving North past Bakersfield we arrived just south of Fresno,at Sanger, where the Festival is held. We had opted to pay extra for an electric hookup as we thought (quite correctly) that it maybe hot and we would need our A/C.
Immediately on arrival several people came to greet us and help us to choose our site. We were invited to place our trailer right next to Rich, a banjo playing preacher from San Francisco, so we moved in and placed our trailer 'awning to awning' for protection from the sun.