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You may be wondering what happened to the bulk of my / our possessions that we did not take on the trip. I would like to take a moment and offer gratitude to the friends in Sacramento who watched over our garden plot, and checked our pmail while we were away.

At Cave Campground, the bicyclist that we ran into at the 'Hat Creek Visitor Center' also was camping there. However the 'Hat Creek Visitor Center' employee suggested that we cross the short concrete bridge and camp in the forest just on the outside of the pay-campground. So we suggested this free spot idea also to the bicyclist. Later, after setting up camp, we suggested dining together but he suggested meeting us in town if that suited his schedule which was good for us also. The town of Old Station we then found out was composed of two closed gas stations, two close restaurants, and a mini-mart that might have just been a mart. We were somewhat puzzled as the newly charted and recently released "Sierra Cascades" AdventureCycling map indicated it was a "full service town". 

Another ice cream snack for me after we restocked on groceries, then we tried to problem solve why Y's back tire was wobbling. Then the bicyclist coasted up, lamented the restaurant situation, bought an ice cream bar and then sat with us for a while. We biked back to the camping spot and I suggested that maybe he could diagnose the back wheel problem which he then seemed glad to do.

Tuna Helper dinner was delicious that night, and so was the help offered by the bicyclist who spotted that a spoke nipple had broken on Y's wheel. I happened to have one in the spare parts I carried.

The next part of the journey lead us away from Mount Lassen
Mount Lassen in the background, while heading northward on State Route 89 Mount Lassen in the background, while heading northward on State Route 89 

We headed along Hat Creek, passing the area of the Hat Creek Observatory, heading toward McArthur-Burney Falls Memorial State Park. In researching the bicycle trip, Burney Falls was a landmark for me. We bicycled northward through Shasta County arriving at the small town of Hat Creek where we pmailed some post cards. Continuing northwest along State Route 89, wary and thankful we were outpacing the gathering dark clouds overhead, we arrived at the intersection of the road that lead to the towns of Burney and McArthur. 

A short distance further on State Route 89 and we arrived at McArthur-Burney Falls Memorial State Park, within the Shasta National Forest, just as I was seeing the familiar oscillating sign of tire ware on Y's rear tire.

We spent a couple of days at the falls as Y got a ride into town to get a new tire as S and I hiked around the park and saw the famous waterfall. The dayhike to the waterfall and down into the volcanically formed canyon to the pool at the base of the falls was fun and interesting to me cause the water came through the underlying strata, not just over the top of the cliff. We also intersected again with the PCT. 
Burney Falls

More postcards, including one to J made out of a small plank of wood engraved with an image of the falls, were pmailed from here then we left bicycling north with our next town encounter scheduled to be McCloud

The road in Siskiyou County was beautiful, but with variable road shoulder width for bicycle traffic. 

We stopped for a snack break at the tiny couple-of-building place (with a Google Street View here) of Bartle. The 'Bartle Lodge and Cafe' restaurant / bar proprietor conveyed information about the available camping with the usual bit: "There will be mosquitos. Lots of them this year". She also had the best homemade ice cream for miles around. 

McCloud was special to me cause I had heard much about this town and it's struggles with Nestlé regarding bottled water. SaveOurWaterSacramento.org had been battling the opening of a Nestlé water bottling plant in Sacramento and now I would get to see the town I had heard about, not so much regarding the town as much as the battle that happened there. The restaurant owner seemed to enjoy talking with us and had multiple levels of insight into the struggles of McCloud and how the effect of Nestlé leaving could impact the town. I appreciated talking with her and hearing her opinions. 

We arrived in McCloud as they were having their Volcano Run Classic Car Show. We then proceeded up the hill out of town summit ting Snowman Hill Pass at 4498ft then coasting into the city of Mount Shasta. In Mount Shasta we picked up more needed bike parts at the only bike store (that we knew of) till we would get into Ashland, Oregon. We camped at a KOA, restocked on groceries, and then did something I had been wanting to do for ages. We went bicycling and hiking to Black Butte

We encountered a bear on the path to Black Butte. I have the imagination that that the bear saw us, regarded us, then dismissed us as smoothly as sunlight. The path to the cinder cone was longer and more difficult than I would have hoped and since unfortunately we had gotten a later-than-ideal start time, we did not climb Black Butte. 

the road to Black Butte, passing Mount Shasta Black Butte 
Black Butte Black Butte

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