The trip today carried me down from Oregon, through the Sacramento Valley, up the Sierras and around Lake Tahoe, and across the Basin and Range.
At the north end of California I passed by Mt. Shasta, which came out from the clouds in a spectacular manner. The flat Sacramento Valley between the Sierras and the Coast Ranges was filled with cattle ranches.
The Sierra range was capped with red soils covering granite on the western slope, but the granite was bare of soil on the crest and eastern slope. The views of Lake Tahoe showing the forested slopes surrounding the lake contrast sharply with the treeless Basin and Range to the east.
The Basin and Range was strangely beautiful in its starkness, with the vast distances giving a sense of incredible loneliness.
At the north end of California I passed by Mt. Shasta, which came out from the clouds in a spectacular manner. The flat Sacramento Valley between the Sierras and the Coast Ranges was filled with cattle ranches.
The Sierra range was capped with red soils covering granite on the western slope, but the granite was bare of soil on the crest and eastern slope. The views of Lake Tahoe showing the forested slopes surrounding the lake contrast sharply with the treeless Basin and Range to the east.
The Basin and Range was strangely beautiful in its starkness, with the vast distances giving a sense of incredible loneliness.
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