Judd and I decided to explore Mt. Ashland, the nearest skiing mountain. It's about 50 min from our house. They did get snow this week when we got rain but most of it was gone. We found little patches in the north sided shade of most trees and rocks. Winding our way down the dirt road past the parking lot, we came to signs that said PCT. I think Judd is lusting after a Pacific Coast Trail hike, especially on a tough school day. We hiked the last 1.5 miles to the 7,532 foot summit. The vegetation is different. Smaller than Maine lupines everywhere that must be lovely in the spring. Manzanita, the low evergreen shrub with red bark that I recall from California, covered the rest of the hills. At the top, a couple ham radio guys were hanging out with their antennae and dogs. We made one snowball. Wish we'd brought 2 hats. Further south, there was a stupendous really-really snow covered big mountain. We couldn't identify it but we believe it to be Mt. Shasta in northern California. (can you see it in the pic?)
Getting back to the highway home, we passed over the highest pass on Interstate 5 between Mexico to Canada. There was a monument that we stopped to read about the history of train robberies and indigenous people and settlers.
Not recognizing the Latin at the bottom of the monument, I looked it up. Maybe we should become clampers.
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