Well, this one's in the can. We had planned this for quite some time, choosing to go in late may, but before the Memorial Day crowds. According to WeatherUnderground, we could expect temps to be in the 70's, with nary a chance of anything but blue skies and green fields forever.
This was the route:
Essentially, it's LA-Bishop-Benton Hot Springs-Lee Vining-Bridgeport-Truckee-Portola-Susanville-Redding-Mt Shasta-Callahan-Weavervile-Eureka-Bodega Bay-Santa Rosa-Sacramento-Merced-San Luis Obispo-LA.
The first two days were pretty uneventful, the first night being at Lone Pine Campground. It being the first night, we got really hammered and went to bed early.
The second day was up to Benton to ride 120 over to Lee Vining. Benton Hot Springs is cool, but not a lot of amenities.
Then up to the Twin Lakes area to our campground. A word of caution - the Twin Lakes area is ripe with deer, and they will look straight at you, then step out in front of you. This happened to me twice last summer; the little buggers have no fear of humans.
After Bridgeport we headed up to the beginning of 89 and headed for Tahoe, Truckee, and Portola. The night before had been really windy, and now we began to run into the earth, wind and rain. The earth was mud, temps were in the low 40s, and there was snow everywhere. I wanted to stop and get a picture at Monitor Pass, but it was just too dang cold.
We had a hotel in Portola, and I can't really recommend it, but it was the only game in town. Suffice it to say that it was warm, dry, and had a decent shower. I took three.
The following morning we had a bit of misadventure, as we'd planned a route on a back road that turned out to be a dirt road three miles in. While the road looked good, we decided not to chance it, given the recent rains, with the big Zook. Visions of a 700 pound cruiser attempting a stream crossing put Dave off a bit. Dunno why.
The day was dry, but really windy and fairly overcast. Stopping in Susanville, I decided to buy rain gear at the Walmart, and Dave decided to follow suite (pun intended). Buying the rain gear keep the rain at bay until we got to Mt Shasta, where a steady drizzle began. We were supposed to camp at Siskyou Resort, but opted instead for another motel.
The following day took us to Callahan, where there is a sort of general store. Not much else, but you can get a cuppa joe in Callahan. The rest of the place is pretty much shut down.
From Callahan we headed south on Highway 3 through an incredibly windy pass with driving rain. The road was steep and winding. Being warm and dry I was having a blast, thinking this riding in the rain was a real hoot. I later learned that this was a rather singularly held opinion. Something about an open face helmet...