The day started with us searching in vain for breakfast: the elevator refused to take us to the 19th floor, and when we attempted the stairs – the door was locked. The only thing left for us to do was to question the concierge… Breakfast was moved downstairs!
We left gray wet San Francisco and soon were driving along I-80. About 50 miles away from the city on the bay the weather improved – the sun came out, and though the Sierra Nevada ranges were still hidden in the grey haze, it was hot! We just wallowed in the sunlight…
We made several stops on the way, especially after Redding, when we approached Mt. Shasta. What a powerful giant! From the south, it glimmers with pure white snow, from the north it is dryer, the slopes are gentler and greener.
By 5:30 we were in Ashland, and strolled its sun-lit streets… listened to Haydn on the green… and swam in the swimming pool.
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