Our last overnight stop was in Weaverville, CA. We took Rt 299 from Eureka to Redding, and although it is very hilly and extremely curvy, it is a beautiful road with exquisite scenery. We passed through the Trinity Alps which take your breath away they are so beautiful! I just couldn't get good pictures from the side window (I was sitting in the middle section of the van behind the driver) and just couldn't capture the grandeur.
This morning we went into the town of Weaverville and walked around a bit - I tried to get some photos but in many the lighting is all wrong. It definitely is a town I could live in. (Remember to click on the pictures to enlarge them.)
The court house:
I love the sense of humor here:
The buildings in this section of town were built in the early 1840's, destroyed by fire and rebuilt at least two more times. I just love those spiral stairs outside some of the buildings.
We ate lunch at Johnny's Pizza and I had a lovely chat with the wife of the owner. She gave me some good suggestions for getting rid of my phobia of water - Weaverville sits along the Trinity River and of course water activities are a big thing in this area. I definitely plan to go back, maybe early next year after my return from NY and possible surgery.
I've been thinking I would like to try going out on a river, and - don't fall over in shock - I'd like to do some fishing. I have never been a fisherwoman. The few times I went my husband baited the hook, removed the fish, cleaned it, and I don't remember ever getting the line snagged in a tree branch or snarled up. Our kids kept him busy with lines tied up in granny knots though.
This is just a dream I have and at my age I'm not likely to ever pick up a fishing pole. But hey, I just might. I will go back to Weaverville and probably do some tent camping along the river.
I'm home now trying to determine what I still have in Jeannie's van. There is so much to be done and things to take care of during the next week I wonder if I'll get through it and ready to leave Sunday morning (Aug 4). I also worry about the heat I will find in several places I plan overnight camping spots the first week, but I won't get stressed until I get there and then I can decide how to handle it. The temperature was 103 when we went through Redding, and I believe it was 94 here. The house was pretty hot when I walked in.
As you can imagine I listened quite often to this refrain the past week: "Are we there yet?" On the way back to Sac on I-5 I saw three signs in a row, reminding me of the old Burma Shave signs although not in rhyme.
1. Are we there yet? Are we there yet?
2. No, not yet, Grandma!
3. Thirty-five minutes to go, Grandma.
I think the advertising was for the casino in Corning! I guess Grandmas (and Grandpas) have a lot in common with their grandchildren.
Thanks for all the wonderful comments I've received. Now I will be busy catching up on all the blogs I've missed while away.
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