Ashland from the highway
The peak in this picture is Wagner Butte. The town center is a bit to the right of today’s photograph. You can see it better in this prior entry.

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The peak in this picture is Wagner Butte. The town center is a bit to the right of today’s photograph. You can see it better in this prior entry.
Today’s entry will wrap up the Chico trip. After departing Castle Lake we continued north on I-5.
We stopped in Yreka for lunch at Pat’s BBQ Express. I haven’t eaten often in Yreka simply because it is less than an hour from Ashland so if I’m hungry in Yreka I usually just press for home. I will definitely eat in Yreka more often now that I’ve experienced Pat’s BBQ. It was fantastic. I had pulled pork spaghetti with garlic bread. It was all very mouth watering. The smoker the pork came from was right out front giving off wonderful smells from the dinner meat.
My traveling companion had never been to Castle Lake before. Since it’s only about 10 miles off of I-5 I decided to take him there. I had no idea how beautiful it was going to be, never having been there in May before. Chico was about 90 degrees so I wasn’t expecting snow and ice on Castle Lake. The temperature was nice at almost 70 degrees, but the view was a winter one.
Amazingly enough, we were the only ones there enjoying the above scenery. I’ll share one more picture of Castle Lake with you tomorrow. To get to Castle Lake, follow the signs to Lake Siskiyou and just before you get there you’ll see one pointing to the left saying “Castle Lake 8 miles.”
When I was a kid growing up I could hear the train out my bedroom window every evening and morning. I loved the sound of the distant train. When we moved to Ashland in 2000 I was happy to hear the sound of the train in the distance once again. However, we soon upgraded our windows to the double-pane variety which meant no more train sounds except in the summer when we left our windows open. Now we don’t even get that as the trains have stopped rolling through town for the past few years. I don’t know why but it has been a long time since a train came through Ashland.
As I was riding my bike over the overpass in town I saw a guy walking on the train tracks playing (or pretending to anyway) an electric flying V guitar. I quickly stopped and pulled out my camera. However, I hadn’t reloaded my SD card and by the time I did so he was already under me. So I was left with the above view of empty tracks instead. No train, no guitarist. No one is even on the bike path that runs along the tracks on the left side of this photograph.
The way my camera is pointing leads to Medford, Oregon (followed by Eugene, Portland, Seattle, etc.). The way the guitarist was walking is California, which if he followed the tracks he would have ended up in about 15 miles later.
A cow grazed in this pasture until last year when the old heifer died. The American flag in the center is in front of Premier West Bank. The building to the left is the Apple Cellar Bakery & Cafe. The mountains in the back are the Siskiyous. And the cherry blossoms are now gone. But they were at their peak last month when I took today’s photograph.