- Our Route
- Day 1 - San Francisco to Bothe-Napa Valley State Park
- Day 2 - Bothe-Napa Valley State Park to Williams
- Day 3 - Williams to Woodson Bridge Recreation Area
- Day 4 - Woodson Bridge Recreation Area to Manton
- Day 5 - Manton and Red Bluff
- Day 6 - Manton and Mt. Lassen
- Day 7 - Manton to Black Butte Lake
- Day 8 - Black Butte Lake to Letts Lake
- Day 9 - Letts Lake to Upper Lake
- Day 10 - Upper Lake to Hendy Woods State Park
- Day 11 - Hendy Woods State Park to Point Arena
- Day 12 - Point Arena to Bodega Bay
- Day 13 - Bodega Bay to San Francisco
April 21, 2002 ( ~ 77 miles)
Now, for those of you who have been following the famous San Francisco Dog Mauling Case [yawn], you will know that the dog owning lawyers took refuge in the town of Red Bluff after their dogs killed Diane Whipple but before they were arrested. Red Bluff is a gross town and I could see how they would fit in there. Maybe we just got a bad vibe because it was Sunday and the rodeo was in town, but it just seemed like an icky place. We ate a big waffle breakfast there. But we weren't used to so many people being around. And also across the street from the restaurant there was a Winnabago parked that had written on it, "Show me your happy bags," and, "Show me your tits." I have never heard the expression "happy bags" before. And if someone seriously thinks that they are going to see live nudity while driving a Winnabago I have to say that I think they are so, so sadly delusional.
We were headed for the western side of the Central Valley, on what appeared to be descent-sized roads. I guess I would add here that we were using only AAA maps and an outdated camping book to navigate our trip, and it was around this time that AAA started letting us down. We came to a road that said it was closed ahead, but we kept going because we didn't want to backtrack. We had to ford a stream, but that was no big deal. And after that the road was gravel and that became irritating. Dirt is OK, but gravel is not. So we decided to head toward a more central road, but something was wrong with this road too so we ended up crossing the I-5 and riding back through Corning. I was convinced that we were on the same road where the dogs had attacked us, but Ryan said no, and we did not see them.
We rode for the rest of the afternoon on nice rolling roads to our campground at Black Butte Lake. We saw another cyclist out for a day ride, and I found a water bottle on the side of the road, so there must have been more where he came from.
Black Butte Lake is a weird place. The campground is run by the Army Corps of Engineers, which I think means they built a dam somewhere and this lake resulted, so they made a campground for boat and fishing and off-road-vehicle people. It was fine though. Free showers. A lot of interesting water fowl.