To the race track we go.

We are heading for the racetrack to deliver shavings of wood for bedding, I guess for the race horses.  I have only been to a racetrack once, and that was in Evanston, Wyoming many, many moons ago. I think it will be interesting to see the back end of a racetrack.  I read in the paper today that they are having races there this weekend.  I suppose that is the reason we need to deliver this load on Monday morning.  Can you picture a huge 18 wheeler pulling onto the racetrack property during a race.  Not a good thing.  Some of these races have large purses.  The highest I read in the paper for this weekend at this track is $45,000.00.  No wonder they take such good care of these horses.  They can make in one race what an average person would make in a year.  If there is such a thing as reincarnation, I want to come back as a winning racehorse.  No, on second thought, the owner of a winning racehorse.  That sounds a lot better.

Going the back way to reach I-5 we get to see some beautiful sights.  I believe that the structure in the background is a silo, but not real sure.  Here in California you can never be too sure what anything could or could not be.

 When I saw this sign, I thought it was referring to a town.  But, Tom informs me that Rolling Rock is a type of beer.  So, does the sign mean that the beer was born in a small town or the small town was born due to the beer?  A question to ponder.

The morning mist was thick in some areas.  As I looked out the windshield I saw the Flag waving in the mist.  I think I will never get tired of seeing the beauty of the American Flag.  It flies so majestically in the air, and when the breeze catches it you can't be help but think of the  song, The Star Spangled Banner and where in the song it says, "Forever may it wave." 

  As we went through Butte, Oregon the local saddle shop sign caught my eye.  They carry just about everything you would need to outfit a cowboy or cowgirl.  I wonder if this store is another one of those places that is information central?  The appearance of the town would suggest to me that this just might be the place to go to find out what is going on the the community

I made this photo a little be larger than the rest, for the sign/painting on the side of building makes a statement.  The first part has the flag and the next part says," The Bill of Rights, what part of this is gang related"?  Below this is gang graffiti, that is very artistic.  I would have to understand "gang" lingo, in order to understand what the graffiti means.  As it stands now, I have no clue and would like to remain clueless in some instances.  Sometimes no knowledge is good knowledge

As we came into the first town in California, I saw this fire engine parked outside of the restaurant/bar, and there were

three firemen walking into the place.  Now I suppose that if they are going into eat that it would be a place that you would feel that the food would be good.  If firemen eat there it must be good.  Kind of like, if you see trucks outside a restaurant the food must be good.  But, don't be fooled by that saying.  Sometimes that is the only place the truckers can park their rigs to eat and if they are hungry they will eat just about any type of food.

 As we continued on US 97 towards Southern California we saw some old buildings.  This one was a old log home that they haven't destroyed, but kept it as part of the towns history.  Can you imaginee living in a house like this?

Mount Shasta had a new dusting of snow on its cap.  I wonder if there is anyone up there that is going to try and ski down the face of it?  There are some dare devils out there, I am sure that have tried it.

 We then came into the town of Weed.  You can see the mountain from just about anywhere in the town. 

The food must be good here.  I could smell it cooking from inside of the truck.  This man was busy cooking on the outside bar-b-que.  I wonder what was on the grill?

As I was taking the pictures, he happened to look up and wave.  Now that is a friendly town, when the residents wave to you as you go by.  As I have mentioned before, I like small towns over the larger ones.

We are about to call it a day as we draw closer to the truck stop and the mountain lakes are looking as they are full of water.

And as the lone walker walks along the road, I will say...I will see you on the otherside.