The road twists and turns as we approach Old Station and we get a great view of the Hat Creek area (great trout fishing, or so we are told); a view of Mt Shasta, Mt Lassen and a volcano that wiped this area out followed by a lightening-started forest fire. Not pretty forest up here, but we drive down below and camp in a designated campsite where everything changes.
Our own camp set up we sit & quietly critique 3 bikers struggling to painfully put up their obviously-new tents and clap for them when the 3rd one finally gets his standing upright. This is how we introduce ourselves to the guys on their tiny reunion. It was great to hear that these 3 cousins who used to ride together in their twenties are now tired of only seeing each other at family funerals and have decided to re-establish their riding/camping time together for a Good Time! Yeah for Geoff, Barry, and what’s-his-name.
Firewood and drinking water collected we set out to walk across the highway to Subway Cave with our headlamps and hand-crank flashlight to stumble blindly through a damp and cold cave formed from a volcanic eruption. Cracks, vents, it was all hard to see when we greatly outnumbered our sources of light, but we held hands with the more timid (and that’s not necessarily the youngest ones!!) as we stumbled around in the dark and barely missed knocking our noggins on dripping overhangs and closing-in ceilings. When we exited some claimed “We definitely have to come back again sometime” while others said “Never again!”
Such variety in a large family. Can never please everybody.