Portland to Yreka, California.
Well, other than those two photos, that’s it for today. I pretty much just drove straight through on the 5-hour drive to Yreka (pronounced Whyreka), California, about half way to Cynthia and James, in Forest Knolls.
The drive was lovely, of course, with fir tree lined mountains and hillsides along the way, but I didn’t stop to take photos, just drove straight. So, nothing to say for today, which just sort of flew by (or drove by, perhaps).
Yreka doesn’t seem like too much of a town, with a population of about 8,000 and a very small, and not very interesting, downtown area on West Miner Street. Realy, not more to say abut it, other than it’s name is drawn from the Shasta indian for “north mountain” or “white mountain,” for nearby Mount Shasta. That’s it. Oh, and Happy Jewish New Year.
