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Heading North Through Lassen Volcanic Park

Heading North Through Lassen Volcanic Park

When we got up from our cozy slumber in Lake Tahoe it felt so good to look out the sliding door to find that the storm that had dogged us the day before had moved on. Kenny, Ed and I had breakfast and took a walk around back of our hotel to get a look at the lake.

Lake Tahoe was very beautiful and the world was silent.

the view of Lake Tahoe from our hotel

It was a bittersweet morning. Kenny and I would be continuing on without Ed from this point. Because he lives near LA, Tahoe was the northern-most point from which he’d be able to comfortably make it back home in one day’s ride.

Eds RSVWhen you really enjoy someone’s company their absence is a palpable thing. Even though they may occupy a space separate from you on a motorcycle of their own, you miss them when they aren’t there. Ed is a great riding companion. He’s game for anything, doesn’t whine or complain and he’s always good for a laugh. One went left and two went right. I missed him before his Aprilia was even out of sight.

With the sun sun shining down on us once again, Kenny and I set off towards Lassen Volcanic Park. Though I knew the name of the park, I really didn’t know very much about it.

Riding in Lassen Volcanic Park

When we entered from the south, rounded a corner and… WOW! It was beautiful.

Fuzz at Lassen Volcanic Park

The scale of the peaks and valleys was huge. There were snow capped mountains, sparse rock faces jutting out of the hills, rock gardens and for the first time throughout the trip, pockets of wild flowers growing. I couldn’t believe I’ve never heard much about such a beautiful park.

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Riding in Lassen Volcanic Park Riding in Lassen Volcanic Park Riding in Lassen Volcanic Park
Hairpin in Lassen Volcanic Park

rainbow mount shastaOur pace for the day was slow and steady. The two of us were pretty mellow all day, really. We didn’t stop for many pictures along the way as we gradually worked our way to Mount Shasta. Our goal was to get into a good position to pick up Route 96 just north of Yreka, the following morning.

We finished our day narrowly escaping another crazy thunderstorm that blackened the sky and chased away the rainbow that led us to our hotel.

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