We wake up to sunny skies. With deliberate speed we fix our breakfast (why does hot oatmeal never taste as good at home as in camp?), pack our gear (so much easier when it isn’t raining!) and amble down to the boat ramp at Schroeder County Park to check out the Rogue River flowing peacefully past.
Suddenly the peace is broken by a raucous noise reminiscent of several large garbage trucks operating their compacters and power brakes at the same time. But the racket is coming from over our heads! It’s a giant straggling flock of geese, all greeting the morning as best they can as they soar past only 50 feet or so above us. (the photo is of a second, less large and less near flotilla which went over after I managed to get my camera ready.)
All is well as we head out. We make a brief stop at Castle Crags State Park, as Sis wanted to show me where we would have camped if we had not been so delayed on Day One. When we saw the campsites in daylight, we thanked our lucky stars. The trailer sites were sliced into a hillside, and not as level as one would like. We would never have been able to maneuver the Tiny Trailer into one of those sites on our first night, in the dark, in the rain. We make a brief obeisance to the stately rock towers above us, and move on south.
We are in California now, and looming ahead is the Mt. Fuji of the West, Mount Shasta, alone in the center of the Central Valley, lightly frosted with early October snow, welcoming us back. We need to get the trailer back to its berth before end of day. And our husbands are waiting. Sis steps on the gas.
End of our adventure. Sis and I experienced weather, we dealt with sins of omission and commission, we saw places we had never seen. But the memories that will live longest are those of family and friends who greeted and sheltered us. Thanks, Bro, and wife C and Dr. Sam! Thanks family! Thanks, Sis, my travel partner! Now onward!