While we were in Redding, we visited the Coleman National Fish Hatchery, which was built during the same time period as Shasta Dam in order to alleviate the problem that the salmon were scheduled to have with their run after the dam was completed. It was interesting, and quite exciting because the salmon were actually running at the time. This is a shot of a group of them that have managed to ascend the fish ladder and are on their way to the holding pools where there were over 100,000 salmon waiting to spawn.
We also visited beautiful Burney Falls. There was plenty to see, and a very nice 1.2 mile walk to stretch our legs.
We hit the road after that stop and headed back to Shasta Dam for the dam tour depicted in the first post about our vacation. Along the way our driver was actually induced to stop for a photo op. We got a very nice view of Shasta.
There was a professional ground squirrel at the photo stop, who obligingly posed for me.
Now, there was one thing I forgot to mention at Shasta Dam. There is a huge pile of riprap along side the dam, and many of these rocks are loose. It is a dangerous place to play, and yet it is most enticing. Rather than try to fence people out, the authorities put up a few signs along the top edge of the pile. Most effective, and quite a bit less than the ugly cyclone fence that the signs replace.
So, after suitably disporting ourselves at Redding, we traveled back to the Bay Area, where we ate wonderful food and got taken sailing on the San Francisco Bay.
Our other skipper:
Jim got to steer too:
Notice that both bridges are in the background of this shot: The Bay Bridge on the left, the Golden Gate on the right. We went under the Bay Bridge on our way around Treasure Island.
It was a truly gorgeous day on the Bay. It was the first day of the World Series, and there were two blimps trundling about upstairs getting file footage for the TV show later in the day. We got to watch the Blue Angels form up and do preparatory loops for their flyover after the national anthem. There were several small airplanes towing banners around, making slow headway against the winds aloft. A couple of porpoises swam by, checking us out.
On a bell buoy there was a harbor seal napping. He woke up and scratched his chin. Unfortunately, the pictures I took of him are all horribly out of focus. You may not believe this, but I think my camera gets sea sick.
We got to see the winner of the 1976 America’s cup fly by us on the water.
Just a lovely day all around.
The following day we went out to Point Reyes National Seashore, and visited McClure’s Beach. That was a spectacular day too.
Now, I know I have mentioned this previously, but I’ll say again. This guy died this spring, May 6:
My father never went anywhere without a camera in his hand, until the digital age stymied him. He never could get used to the simplicity of digital, probably because the computer skills needed to bring those shots to fruition eluded him. Anyway, there is a collection of slides and prints that is beyond belief. I could show you a picture, but it doesn’t translate, because all it is is dusty boxes full of boxes. My best guestimate is that there are something over 13,000 slides occupying my dining room floor right now, and so far I have managed to look at about 150 of them.
It’s a real trip down memory lane. In the following shots, I am the little blonde that is the middle sized one.
In the camper Daddy built for the trip from California to Maine and back. Took most of the summer of 1959:
At Death Valley in 1960:
In camp on the Gorge Lakes (Rocky Mountain National Park) expedition. We hiked and backpacked and camped for five days, ascending Chief’s Head, Mt. Ida and several other peaks in the neighborhood. This was 1962, after we moved to Colorado.
So, now you will understand if my posts come infrequently for a while. I really have a heck of a lot of viewing and scanning to do.