Wonderful Lassen Volcano Travel
We spent only a few hours on the Lake Tahoe. Just enough to relax under the Sun and melt the cold of Yellowstone. I also found a pine cone on the size of my face, that has found its new home on the dashboard of the car. He had sat there greatly as we drove to our next great destination, Lassen Volcanic National Park.
Upon arrival, it was getting late. The park were closed, so we drove our way through the park along roads eerily vacant of tourists. It's a little unnerving, as if the place had been evacuated, sun sinking dangerously behind the dark clouds of smoke. But when we rounded Lassen Peak by underneath, we stumbled on a campsite on the other side where visitors came to retire for the evening. After the exhausting trip to Yellowstone to Lake Tahoe, we wanted to set up the camp and get some sleep. Heck, we were going to hike a volcano the next day. But through the thick trees, we could see a deep rose permeating the sky, a bright shade like lava into the sky, and perfectly reflecting in the Lake at the banks we were now. Against the vibrant blush of pink heaven, it all became a silhouette. It was as if the inside of the volcano had burst into the sky and flooded the world above us. As the darkness finally falls, it was time to turn back. California was having a drought then we spit reluctantly $ 2 for three-minute quick wash in the shower and blissfully fell asleep.
When the morning came, we drove to the base of Lassen Peak and embarked on our journey to the top. After many hours of driving with very little sleep I looked the first slope with reluctance, but this was my chance to climb a volcano. The last time he had broken out in 1915 was almost one hundred years ago, but the depths of this pic were still ongoing. As we climbed, breathing became difficult, rising higher and higher than the new façades. I shuddered to think of what it would be like to feel the Earth rumble beneath my feet. On a track so close to the edge, just followed the slope of Lassen in a zigzag of laces, it would be so easy right sliding down on his side. In a moment, everything could be lost in a cloud of loose stone and dust.
related to an hour or two, we had reached the Summit. If it's August, the Lassen peak was just a touch of snow and ice remaining - his prominent white Crown on Earth Kingdom downstairs. I turned to look at the world from me. Stretching over the horizon, I could see other peaks of the cascade range has passed out to blue in the distance and dotted with pine trees. The place directly below us was a Valley, for the most part a faded yellow brown of the dried herbs from the drought, with the exception of a perfectly round Lake in its Center - Lake Helen. It was as if God had pressed her thumbprint in the Valley and it filled an oasis of clear waters, a mirror to the sky.
After having such an ascent, it is hard to leave, but we had so much still to be seen in the California desert. The next big stop would be the coast redwoods. As we drove West through the Shasta-Trinity national forest, we welcomed the hottest evening that we had experienced yet. Windows down, as a result of the gorge of the Trinity River under the last rays of light shone through the trees, we have blown the Beach Boys, 'Surfin' USA' it's a scene you might have released a film, the true essence of good moments and road starts.
more arrived at the coast, however, the temperature has dropped once more. When we reached the first place of civilization, a cold damp fog had rolled in and our dreams of a comfortable night outside had been fatally injured. We couldn't stand it. We stopped at a Chinese restaurant in the small town of Arcata and while we waited for our food, tried a search for a decent motel overnight. Comments were not promising - complaints horrible odors, stale breakfasts, infestations, thin walls and poor service. As we read aloud a particularly amusing tirade, a local market by heard us, laughed and said, "Welcome to Arcata." It's life on the road, the vicissitudes and all the possible alternatives. We found a decent place to sleep (hot and dry have been priorities) and recovered for our big day among the Redwoods.
We spent only a few hours on the Lake Tahoe. Just enough to relax under the Sun and melt the cold of Yellowstone. I also found a pine cone on the size of my face, that has found its new home on the dashboard of the car. He had sat there greatly as we drove to our next great destination, Lassen Volcanic National Park.
Sunset over the Lake of Manzanita
Upon arrival, it was getting late. The park were closed, so we drove our way through the park along roads eerily vacant of tourists. It's a little unnerving, as if the place had been evacuated, sun sinking dangerously behind the dark clouds of smoke. But when we rounded Lassen Peak by underneath, we stumbled on a campsite on the other side where visitors came to retire for the evening. After the exhausting trip to Yellowstone to Lake Tahoe, we wanted to set up the camp and get some sleep. Heck, we were going to hike a volcano the next day. But through the thick trees, we could see a deep rose permeating the sky, a bright shade like lava into the sky, and perfectly reflecting in the Lake at the banks we were now. Against the vibrant blush of pink heaven, it all became a silhouette. It was as if the inside of the volcano had burst into the sky and flooded the world above us. As the darkness finally falls, it was time to turn back. California was having a drought then we spit reluctantly $ 2 for three-minute quick wash in the shower and blissfully fell asleep.
When the morning came, we drove to the base of Lassen Peak and embarked on our journey to the top. After many hours of driving with very little sleep I looked the first slope with reluctance, but this was my chance to climb a volcano. The last time he had broken out in 1915 was almost one hundred years ago, but the depths of this pic were still ongoing. As we climbed, breathing became difficult, rising higher and higher than the new façades. I shuddered to think of what it would be like to feel the Earth rumble beneath my feet. On a track so close to the edge, just followed the slope of Lassen in a zigzag of laces, it would be so easy right sliding down on his side. In a moment, everything could be lost in a cloud of loose stone and dust.
related to an hour or two, we had reached the Summit. If it's August, the Lassen peak was just a touch of snow and ice remaining - his prominent white Crown on Earth Kingdom downstairs. I turned to look at the world from me. Stretching over the horizon, I could see other peaks of the cascade range has passed out to blue in the distance and dotted with pine trees. The place directly below us was a Valley, for the most part a faded yellow brown of the dried herbs from the drought, with the exception of a perfectly round Lake in its Center - Lake Helen. It was as if God had pressed her thumbprint in the Valley and it filled an oasis of clear waters, a mirror to the sky.
The views of Lassen Peak
more arrived at the coast, however, the temperature has dropped once more. When we reached the first place of civilization, a cold damp fog had rolled in and our dreams of a comfortable night outside had been fatally injured. We couldn't stand it. We stopped at a Chinese restaurant in the small town of Arcata and while we waited for our food, tried a search for a decent motel overnight. Comments were not promising - complaints horrible odors, stale breakfasts, infestations, thin walls and poor service. As we read aloud a particularly amusing tirade, a local market by heard us, laughed and said, "Welcome to Arcata." It's life on the road, the vicissitudes and all the possible alternatives. We found a decent place to sleep (hot and dry have been priorities) and recovered for our big day among the Redwoods.