San Jose to Portland

Tim and Kathryn came to the Ramada Inn this morning and helped me to get the camper/trailer hitched up to the Jeep and then it only took me a few minutes to get on the highways to Portland.  I had already decided a couple weeks earlier that I needed to make this trip up to Portland to see my two cousins (Keith and Paul).  Both have MS now and one (Paul) is no longer mobile enough to make many trips to see family -- we hadn't seen each other since he was eleven and I was nine (over 55 years ago).  This trip from San Jose to Portland would be some 666 miles (a devilish distance) but, definitely something I needed to do (maybe it was my sister's voice inside my head telling me to go -- just go).  I had almost two weeks before I needed to be in Denver too (though I had two more cousins in Colorado I hadn't seen in 25 years and 49 years -- had to see them too somewhere along the way).

After getting around the bay and over the Sacremento River, into the northern valley of California, another "Sentinel" appeared on the horizon beckoning me forward -- Mt. Shasta.  It rose up in the distance and was still there when I decided it was time to rest for the day -- get some food and then some sleep.

Sunset in Mt. Shasta City



Mt. Shasta still in my side-view mirror and still in CA