TripAdvisor Reviews Shasta Lodge Redding
Travel Blogs from Redding
... every hue of green from the pale silver of the beard mosses to the olive patches of lichen to the deep leathery green of the vines, covered the forest floor and twined throughout this jungle. A couple of times I saw rainbows in the mist as the sun tried to break through the fog. It was very dreamy, very surreal, and then we had to move on.
A dunes wayside was our stopping point for a picnic lunch. It was too chilly for me to venture ...
mark explained we were form a place where this was normal and no problem but he was having none of it.
detention over off we set.
after lakes more mountains and don onto flooded plain, very spectacular.
lost following the super google maps again and eventually headed for yesemeti national park
fuel was a big problem on this stretch and stayed at Redding.
... 500 gallons a day of water! Also, the rapid decrease in temperature. It went from 80 degrees in southern Oregon down to 60 in about an hour as we headed into California and the Redwoods.
After driving east from the Redwoods into Redding, CA, on some very twisting and winding roads, this song came on the radio at the perfect time: Everyday is a Winding Road by Sheryl Crow
... the Watchman overlook area, and got a few pics there. On the way back we stopped by Vidae Falls, which we were delighted to find was still in the shade. Got back to camp where D made pancakes and bacon. E has gone off pancakes, so she had an apple and bacon.
Because it was such a cold night, there was much condensation on the inside of the rain fly of the tents. We decided to put up MOST of the gear, and leave the ...
... the meet and greet..Once airside there were more staff than customers - Heathrow employees paced steadily about in pairs with clipboards and all the seats in the main waiting area were empty. Five minutes later, in duty free a security guard sidled up and asked if I wasn't the gentleman who had left his keys in the tray in the security line? Of course I was the gentleman, who else would it be...it would still have been me if ...