My May Motocaching
trip to California
was fraught with GPS problems, a lot of cold and wet weather, considerable high
traffic areas and the usual logistics problems.
This trip was different but, unfortunately, no less pleasant.
The old and the new |
Grass Lake Rest Area |
I left early
Sunday, July 24th. This was
basically just a travel day and it was a long and hot one. However, in retrospect I guess it wasn’t so
hot because it was the only day of my trip where the temperature did not exceed
100 degrees (just 96). Only stopping for
5 geocaches, mainly for breaks, I made the 525 miles to Klamath Falls, OR,
around 5:30 pm after being on the road for eleven hours. The Maverick Motel where I stayed was in the
old downtown section of Klamath Falls. Streets go every which way making it
difficult to find your way around.
Coincidentally there was an old Triumph Bonneville parked next to mine at the motel. I used my Subway app to find one downtown less than a half mile away so I just hiked down for my dinner.
Coincidentally there was an old Triumph Bonneville parked next to mine at the motel. I used my Subway app to find one downtown less than a half mile away so I just hiked down for my dinner.
I left K Falls
early Monday morning on Hwy 97. Let the
fun begin. It was a nice pleasant
morning. My first stop was just over the
CA line at the “Tallest Flagpole”.
Unbeknownst to me, this cache had been archived and was no longer
there. The flag pole was really tall but
I had arrived before they had raised the flag which I would like to have seen. I next stopped at a very pleasant rest area
and almost had another DNF (did not find) but one of the employees helped me as
the cache had been moved. That took care
of Siskiyou County.
I got on I-5
briefly at Weed before turning east on Hwy 89 at Azalea. I stayed on Hwy 89 all
the way through Lassen
Volcanic National
Park. The
park was beautiful but slow going as you can imagine. I made only one stop to see a bubbling mud
pot.
Lassen mud pot |
Lassen Volcanic Natl Park |
My new Triumph
Tiger XRx gets better mileage than my other travelers did and also has a larger
gas tank. I figured 250 miles per tank would
not be a problem. I remember noting I
had traveled 125 miles before reaching Lassen.
From then until Lassen there were no gas stations and, of course, there
were none in the park. I was getting
concerned by the time I exited the park.
My concern grew as I turned south toward Chico
and noted there were only two small places before I got to Chico which was a long way. After passing Campbellville which had no gas
I stopped at Deer Creek Falls
to get a cache for Tehama
County. Another family was there and thought there
might be gas at Forest Ranch which was the only other place before Chico.
Deer Creek Falls |
I did stop for one
more cache as I needed one for Butte
County. I had to hike up a steep hill to get this one
and I think it may have been sabotaged because the baggie containing the log
was soaked in tree sap. Now I had sap
all over my hands as well as anything I touched. All I could do was rub my hands in dirt to
lessen the transfer damage.
My motorcycle instruments
indicate how many miles left to empty and by the time I reached Forest Ranch
the indicator had blanked out and the fuel gauge was showing empty. And there was no longer a gas station in
Forest Ranch. I was desperate because I
didn’t think I could make the 12 more miles to Chico.
All I could do was to begin begging for gas in this small hamlet. Finally, an old gentleman leaving the post
office said he had a place about a mile back in the woods and if I could follow
him back he could give me a little gas (I was asking for only a quart). He warned me that he would be driving
slow. That was the understatement of the
year. We began winding along this maze
of dirt roads at a top speed of 8 mph until we finally got to his place at the
end of one of the roads. After pouring
about a quart of his lawnmower gas in my tank I headed back to the highway with
the aid of my GPS. I don’t think I would
have been able to negotiate the maze otherwise.
It was over 100 degrees when I reached Chico just after midday. I had traveled 266 miles on that tank but as
it turned out I put only 4.7 gallons in my 5.3 gallon tank. At least now I know I have a little leeway
beyond the empty indication. I took this
opportunity to clean my hands and bike with gas to remove some of the tree sap
I had acquired as well as eat my sardine lunch in a spot of shade.
Not well heeled |
One of the caches
on my list was a challenge cache requiring you to log certain counties in CA
and OR and it was off my direct route up toward the little town of Paradise on Hwy 2 or Skyway Drive. I wanted to get this one since I had met the
requirements. However, my GPS showed a
street leading near the cache that turned out to be a gated driveway. I was within ¼ mile and thought I might just
hike over there through some thick woods but then I encountered a fence and I
was already behind schedule. So I took
another street in that direction and ran into road construction so after
wasting a good hour I had to give it up.
In the meantime the heel of my left boot had come loose and was flopping
with every step I took.
Not so well maintained |
It was 103 degrees
now so I took off my jacket and hung it over my tail bag. Soon afterward a bee hit me in the shoulder
and gave me a good sting. It didn’t hurt
all that bad at the time but for the next several days it itched like crazy.
I picked up caches
in Glenn, Coulsa and Lake counties before
arriving at my destination at the Lamplighter Motel in Clearlake about 7
pm. This was the worst place I’ve stayed
in all my Motocaching travels. The only
redeeming feature was a nice swimming pool which I utilized. My room was hot, stunk, had poor internet
service and the whole place was rundown except the before mentioned pool. It was expensive too as were all the dumps in
Clearlake. Needless to say Clearlake is
a tourist place and otherwise beautiful.
The motel was on the lake which did not appear to be aptly named. To be continued. M/W
3 comments:
Adventure, scenery and close calls! I would expect nothing less, Dad. Looking forward to the next installment. Glad to hear you got home safe. How is the shoulder.
Hallie does NOT approve of 11 hours of driving via motorcycle. I echo Murray's sentiment of gratitude that you are home and alive.
So glad I wasn't there. I would have been clicking my the heels of my sparkling red sneakers and saying, "There's no place like home, there's no place like home . . ."
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