Lassen area was great

 

 

 

We spent four delightful days at the KOA near Mt. Lassen.  We never left the park.  In fact, we never even disconnected the car.  We just spent the time healing.  When we got there, we just slept the first day.  By that I mean that we pulled into the spot, connected the electricity and the water, turned on the air conditioning, and went to sleep.  Bob tried to feed me that night, but I could not eat anything.  I ate a few bites and went back to sleep.  For the next three days we sat around the rv.  We walked once to the pool.  It was nice and heated, but neither of us really felt up to swimming.  We read a lot and did a lot of crossword puzzles. 

 

On one side of us was a family of five kids - four girls and the littlest was a boy, probably aged 3,4,5,6, and 7.   They were incredibly well behaved.  They were gone all day and came back to swim in the pool, eat dinner, sit by the fire, and then to bed (in a very very small trailer)  They were always in bed by 10 and gone by 9 am the next morning.  They were nice neighbors.  On the other side was a very nice retired couple from Virginia.  We shared wine and talked about travels.  Also very nice neighbors.

 

The hosts of the campground were exceptionally hard working and very nice.  It was a nice place to sit and heal.  Each day we felt a little better.  By yesterday I was feeling good enough that I wanted to take a walk.  Normally I can walk for about two hours.  But at one half hour I could feel myself getting tired, so I headed back.  Bob healed a little more slowly.  I was worried because he was also complaining of chest pain.  We were at about 4000 feet, lower than we had been, but still high for Bob.  But each day he got a little better.  I must say that I felt a little like a sloth for doing so little, but I knew that both of us had been sicker than we wanted to admit and that we just had to spend some time healing.  Lassen was the perfect place. 

 

Then this morning we took off for the coast.  We had reservations at a KOA in Crescent City, California.  We could have taken the interstate for most of the trip, but Bob wanted to go over the Trinity alps.  So we did.  It was quite a trip.  Short, but intense. 

 
The road was very steep, with the Trinity River running right by us for most of it (although sometimes quite a bit below us).  The trees got larger and larger as we got closer to the coast.  They were really large by the time we got to the coast range.  The drive took longer than expected because there was so much construction along the way.  By the time we got here, Bob was quite tired.  So we went out to dinner at a local favorite.  I had great seafood and Bob had prime rib.  Then we sat and listened to the end of our audio book.  (We had not been able to listen to it since the road from Las Vegas, and I was already forgetting the story).  We decided to just sit and listen.  So we did.  Now time for bed.  Tomorrow a tour of the redwoods, then north and heading toward home.