It's been too long since the trip for me to remember enough detail to give a day by day breakdown, so I'll just go through the pictures.
We stayed at a Railroad Park, a motel with a gimmick – the rooms are all converted railroad cabooses. This was our "motel room."
Here's what it looked like inside.
More views of our motel room and the motel grounds.
We visited the nearby town of Weaverville. Here's Terry in front of the (self-proclaimed) oldest pharmacy in California. Inside they have an interesting exhibit of old pharmacy stuff.
And here we see a view of beautiful downtown Weaverville.
The Weaverville Joss House. An old Taoist temple, actually still in use, although it’s now part of the state park system. The ranger told us that the priests, who used to live in the temple itself, were actually more caretakers than anything else, since the Taoist religion, a form of ancestor worship, doesn’t have any kind of organized services. I pointed out that, in essence, that makes the ranger herself the current “priestess.” I said it as a joke, but there was actually quite a bit of truth in it, as the ranger told us that she had adopted the religion herself. She also said that she had personally known the last priest, who had been a friend of her father’s. He (the last priest) had not lived in the temple, although his predecessors had. All very interesting.
We took a nostalgic train ride. Here’s Terry preparing to board the train...
...and here's Terry on the train.
The locomotive, as seen from the observation car.
The observation car. The woman in the purple dress, and the man with his arm around her, were the only ones in the car when Terry and I came out. They had been smooching, and they jumped apart when we came out. I apologized...
That long twin silver line.
Another day, we drove to, and through, Lassen Volcanic National Park. Here are two views of Mt. Lassen, an active volcano which blew its top in the early 20th century.
Although another major eruption could happen at any time, today volcanic activity is confined to hot springs, mud pots, and steam vents like this one. The smell was awful.
Terry, standing in front of rocks exhibiting glacial polish...
...and standing in front of a large rock deposited by a glacier.
