|Wizard Island again|
|The view south from the rim, complete with grazing mule deer.|
After we passed through Klamath Falls, we crossed the border into California and saw our next great landmark:
|Our first view of Mt. Shasta, so far off in the distance it almost looks like a cloud|
|And a much better view when we got closer|
We stopped for lunch in the oddly-named small town of Weed, and then returned to I-5 and the plunge down into California's Central Valley.
By the time we got to Redding, it was 99 degrees and the sun was baking down. Thank goodness for air conditioning. We saw our first oleanders and palm trees not long after that. Not that I have anything against palm trees and oleanders, but I grew up in California, and driving halfway down the Central Valley was not the part of the trip I was looking forward to.
We'd planned on spending the night in Sacramento, but we did not see a single motel (except for one big fancy hotel right downtown) along the entire stretch of I-5, and we wound up in the small town of Lodi, almost all the way to Stockton, before we found a place to sleep for the night. I wasn't complaining (at least not too much), because it would make for a shorter drive into Yosemite the next day, but I was beat. And it takes a lot of driving before I will admit to being beat.