Road Views of Mount Shasta

Two travel days took us from Canyonville, OR, to Lodi, CA.

Most of our traveling from one RV park to another is done on the interstate rather than on the two-lane backroads, and on these travel days, we were heading south on I-5.

About four miles north of the California border, we found these trees (the two photos below) on the Siskiyou Mountains.

At 4,310 feet, Siskiyou Summit is the highest point on Interstate 5. Whether it was snow or frost covering the trees, the scene was a sign of the approaching season.

Other mountain scenes were to follow as we crossed the border into California.

The star attraction along this highway was Mount Shasta, today cloaked in a satin cloud shawl.

Mount Shasta (or "White Mountain") is a volcano located at the southern end of the Cascade Range (although it did seem rather isolated from any range). At 14,179 feet, it is the second highest peak in the Cascades and the fifth highest in California.

At various times during our passing, the mountain seemed artistically-framed by the trees.

From other angles, the peak seemed to rise right out of I-5 (see the highway in the lower right corner).

Some of the views made us want to stop and slowly take in the scene before us. I could imagine exploring the seven named glaciers on the mountain.

(In 1877, John Muir wrote a dramatic account of surviving an overnight blizzard on Mount Shasta by lying in the hot sulfur springs

found near the summit. His account of his descent in frozen trousers the next morning was equally thrilling. [Harper's New Monthly Magazine, September 1877, pages 521-530 and sierraclub.org/john_muir_exhibit/writings/snow_storm_on_mount_shasta.aspx]).

We also caught a glimpse of Shasta Lake, the state's largest reservoir created by the construction of Shasta Dam across the Sacramento River.

We rolled into Lodi, ready re-visit San Francisco and the California Delta.

On the Road in Oregon

Fog was a frequent companion on our travels around the Oregon coast.

As a result, the travels to a designation presented as many interesting subjects for photos as those at the journey's end.

Stopping to photograph these scenes is rarely possible, so capturing the mood or activity in a scene must be accomplished from a moving vehicle.

Usually there are only seconds available to compose a shot.

The photos in this group were taken one morning as we traveled around Florence.

As the fog lifted, we saw more fall colors and

activity on the water and

on land.

A few days later, we left Florence and made our way inland--the fog accompanying us on this drive, also.

There were breaks in the fog that allowed us to see some pastoral scenes like that below,

but even away from the coast, the fog was surrounding the hills along the route to Canyonville, OR.

We were especially eager to find scenes with the colors of fall in the pine forests,

and while we were fortunate to see some splashes of colors along the way,

the biggest display was in the RV park we pulled into in Canyonville.

But because of a heavy rain and wind that night, most of the leaves were mixed with the deep green color of the park's grass by the next morning,

We Took Our Seats…

at the Maple Street Grille in Florence, OR and Chuck looked around and asked “Do you know what this reminds me of?”

And I knew. This small café had the same feel as the C Street Bistro in Jacksonville, OR. The same sense of warmth and friendly hospitality. And the same warm greeting as you entered; in this case, shouted out by owner Kurt Hargens.

“…The moment you step through the open door, Kurt’s ebullient personality greets you…. Kurt has a 20-year history of working for the international hotel chains, Hilton and the Mandarin Oriental Hotel Group, first in administration and later in food and beverage. He has lived and worked in Hawaii, the San Francisco Bay Area, and Orange County, California.

“Talking with Kurt, it is easy to see that his love of the social aspects of dining, the enjoyment of great food, and the comfort and fun offered in Maple Street’s setting and cuisine are paramount to his success. But opening the Maple Street Grille did not come easily. After he had worked for 15 years as vice president of sales at a company that sold luxury refrigeration and range products, the opportunity Kurt had been waiting for was to emerge from several independent sources. Both Kurt’s mother, Diane, and his good friend, Andy, had separately been looking for potential restaurant locations for Kurt while he was working in Honolulu. Unbeknownst to each other, Diane and Andy selected the same spot—a cozy restaurant in Florence’s Old Towne with an outdoor porch and patio, set back off the street. It was for sale. The timing was perfect—it became the Maple Street Grille!... (Gillian Marks at examiner.com).

The café is small with only twenty table seats indoors plus another six seats at the bar. And the afternoon of our visit, one of those six was occupied by Kurt’s mother. But there are almost an equal number of seats on the front porch and adjoining patio and these would be delightful on a warm Oregon evening while one is nibbling on one of the items on the Happy Hour menu while imbibing in an adult beverage of my choice.

“You will also find a well-stocked bar at the Grille as Kurt shops for both boutique and major brand wines to pair with the menu. He frequently brings in bottles which he asks customers to try because nothing stays on the menu unless customers like it. Should you fancy something stronger, Kurt draws upon his many years in Hawaii and mixes a variety of excellent specially infused martinis” (Gillian Marks at examiner.com).

And given the time Kurt spent in Hawaii, it should not be surprising that on one wall are hung prints depicting tropical scenes.

Nor should it be surprising that the pineapple makes an appearance in the form of small lamps positioned on each table and

the large clear glass jar in the shape of a pineapple that sits on the front porch.

And, while I don’t know if this was Kurt’s intent, the pineapple also is the traditional symbol of hospitality. “In colonial America, hostesses would set a pineapple in the middle of their tables when guests were to come over. The concept of hospitality was a central element in colonial life. The pineapple, then, symbolized the warmest welcome a hostess could extend to her guests, and then it was often served as the dessert” (sweetsouthernprep.com).

And the menu contains hints of our 50th state in the form of the Maui Wowie chopped salad, the skewers and lettuce wraps that are part of the pu-pu platter, and the house made BBQ sauce that has pineapple juice as one of its ingredients.

The short but creative lunch menu contains a number of salads and sandwiches plus the Chef's Daily creations of lettuce wraps, skewers, and flat bread. And there are other daily specials and it was one of these that Chuck ordered for his lunch – the BBQ Beef Brisket Sandwich with apple slaw on a ciabatta roll.

This is brisket the way it is meant to be served – sliced thin and lightly coated with a slightly sweet (from the pineapple) and slightly spicy (from hot sauce) house-made sauce. And if you are wondering if the brisket was smoked on the premises, I can assure you that it was. From my seat in the dining room I had a clear view of the smoker that was set on a small side porch.

But when you top this beautiful and very tender brisket with a crisp and crunchy slaw, it is a texture party. And add to this a nice and crusty roll. We have almost reached sandwich perfection.

Now before I tell you about my selection, I have an admission to make. I don’t like pot roast. Never have. Never will. Or so I thought. So what prompted me to order Kurt’s Killer—the café’s version of a French dip sandwich made with shredded pot roast, brie, and caramelized onions? The truth is the Maple Street Grille is known for its pot roast as is described at activerain.com as “…the best Pot Roast I have ever had in my 55 years. I asked the owner what the best seller was? ‘Pot Roast’ was the answer.”

The combination of the tender beef, (and as I describe it) the slightly musty flavor of the brie, and the sweet caramelized onions was delicious. And, instead of the expected cup of jus, the sandwich came with a cup of delicious gravy in which one could see small shreds of beef. This was not “your mother’s pot roast.” This was pot roast elevated.

Both of us ordered the house made potato salad as our side (Our other choice was the Maui onion chips.) and it was a generous portion that contained some small bits of pickle and a hint of mustard.

We both really enjoyed our lunch at Maple Street Grille and wish we had more days in Florence for a return visit. But that is not to be, so we will have to content ourselves with memories of our 4.5 Addie lunch.

To review the role of Adler, Kitty Humbug, and the Addie rating system, read the November 14, 2011 blog.

Honeyman State Park

About two miles north of where we were staying is the Jessie M. Honeyman State Park, located about three miles south of Florence, Oregon, on US 101.

Upon entering the park, we saw this sculpture below. The inscription on it reads:
No work is more important than teaching the children that the God-given beauty of Oregon is their heritage. – Jessie M. Honeyman

Jessie Honeyman was a tireless advocate for Oregon’s natural resources and the scenery along the state’s highways. During the 1920s and 1930s, she gained the respect of state parks superintendent Samuel Boardman. Between the two of them, they protected many parcels of scenic land along the coast. Boardman recognized Honeyman for her efforts on July 12, 1941, when Jessie M. Honeyman Memorial State Park was officially dedicated.

Honeyman Park contains two lakes: Cleawox Lake, located west of US 101, and Woahink Lake, on the east side of the highway.

It was a clear sunny day, and the fact that it was a calm day is apparent in the photos below.

Cleawox Lake

CCC crews originally developed some of the park’s trails, including the half-mile trail that connects the Cleawox picnic areas with the campground.

Located a few yards off the main trail were side trails that led to picnic tables in spaces surrounded by tall shrubs with views of Cleawox Lake.

Woahink Lake

In the late 1950s, Honeyman Park was listed in Life Magazine as one of the outstanding state parks in the United States.