July 9 - Mt. Shasta to La Pine, including Klamath Falls

In the morning we went to the local pastry shop in Mt. Shasta Village and felt like we were intruding on a family get together.  Everyone who entered was greeted on a first name basis.  Half went around the counter to talk to the cook in the kitchen.  Here is one conversation I actually heard:

Man walks in, greets the waitress and cheerily says to the cook behind the window  "Bill, you're not going to believe my squash this year, they are completely out of control."  The cook responds just as cheerily "I know, I stole two of them yesterday."

Headed north and stopped at Weed again, Cindy wanted to buy one of those aforementioned tee shirts but places either weren't opened or didn't have exactly what she wanted.  We did stop at the Chamber of Commerce to ask about any places of interest along the way to La Pine and she suggested the Lavender Fields and the war memorial so we stopped at both.

The Lavender fields were a little disappointing, given the 4 mile dirt road we went up to get there.  I think they're a victim of the drought.  There is just not enough water up there to irrigate them properly.  The views however, were gorgeous.  Oh, and we were the only ones there. The war memorial was haunting, as most war memorials are.  We then headed to Klamath Falls.  By the time we got there it was time for lunch.  We stopped again at the visitor center, got some maps and asked where a good place to have lunch was.  The two women both agreed The Creamery was the best place around and gave us directions.  The Creamery turned out to be the food part of the Klamath Basin Brewery.  What luck.
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Following lunch, a too large sampler of beers from the Klamath Basin Brewing Company

and a trip to the Klamath Historical Museum, we decided to rest and enjoy the rain cooled afternoon at the local lakeside park.  After dozing and reading for 1/2 hour in the car, I tried to start the car and the battery was dead.  AAA to the rescue.  Called them, went back to sleep and waited for them to arrive.  They jumped the battery and checked the alternator.  Everything was OK so we took off for LaPine.

Arriving in LaPine we took a dirt road into the woods and found our house for the evening.  The road looked so secluded I was imaging that James Caan, Kathy Bates movie Misery where she breaks Caan's legs and keeps him captive in her out of the way home.  I warned Cindy she might be killed and her body disposed of while I was kept a sex slave to a psychopathic killer.  She seemed much more concerned about whether the sheets were clean.