July 4, 2019 - Flight West - Day Nine Part II

The road to Crater Lake.
   
Approaching the Lake which sits in a crater.  Could it be that's why they named it "Crater Lake"?  The lake's elevation is 6,178 and the crater rim averages around 8,000 ft.
   
 
   
The water was a very deep blue.
   
Island in the Lake.
   
Looking back the way I had come.
   
Overlook for all the people in cars.  They don't get the look I do!
   
 
   
A little big further counter-clockwise around the crater was the Visitor's Center.
   
Continuing counter-clockwise.
   
I left Crater Lake and headed south-southeast towards Klamath Falls.  I was heading toward Malin Airport which had good fuel prices and was in the general direction.
   
Wiggling river through a meadow.
   
Passing by Chiloquin State Airport (2S7).  Still in Oregon.
   
Big Klamath Lake.
   
It was nice to be out of the mountains and flying over some flat, green valleys.
   
Definately farm country.
   
Over the town of Malin, Oregon.  The airport is visible center right.
   

A good look at Malin Airport (4S7) with a very nice-looking runway.  And check out that little radio-controlled airplane runway. 
 
   

The airport was unattended and there was no FBO.  But they did have a self-service fuel pump at a decent price and that was all I needed.  In case you are wondering, that little shack with door at left is not a restroom but houses the fuel-pump payment terminal, I guess to keep it out of the weather.

Malin is in Oregon but it is practically on the Oregon-California border.

   
There was a nice little memorial to a hometown WWII hero, killed in one of the early bomber missions over France.
   
Departing Malin.  The railway tracks are straight as an arrow.
   
Navigation was easy after I left Malin.  I just headed for big Mount Shasta (14,162 ft).  I am in California now.
   
 
   
 
   
I looped counter-clockwise (of course) around the west side of Shasta and headed south.
   
Passing over Shasta Lake in northern California.  Clearly a popular lake with the boaters.
   
Where there is a lake, there is usually a dam and there it is at the top of the Sacramento River.
   
Looking back at Shasta Lake.   Even though I grew up in California, I've never seen it before.  For some reason, I never went north of Chico.
   
Out to the east is Lassen Peak (10,040 ft).
   
Now I'm in the northern end of California's central valley passing by Redding Municipal Airport (KRDD).
   
California's golden brown hills to the east.
   
Farmlands to the south and west.  And hazy, just like I remember.
   
Chico Municipal Airport (KCIC)
   
And the town of Chico.  I mention it because my sister went to college here at the California State College and I visited a couple of times.
   
California's Central Valley is one of the most productive agricultural regions in the world.  It provides more than half of the fruits, vegetables, and nuts grown in the United States.
   
Passing by Lake Oroville.  The huge earthen dam is easily visible from the air.
   
Folsom Lake is in the distance and I believe that bridge crosses the North Fork of the American River.
   

My destination was Cameron Park, east of Sacramento, but first I wanted to check out one of my favorite places:  the Gold Discovery site in Coloma.  By air, it's only six miles from Cameron Park.

I found the South Fork of the American River easily enough and followed it east.  Having been to the Gold Discovery site at least three times, I knew what I was looking for -- the replica of Sutter's Mill.

   
It's hard to see but there is a little private grass strip down there, parallel to that road.
   
Approaching the town of Coloma.
   
And there it is!  In the center is the replica of Sutter's Mill.  The actually discovery site is 100 feet to the left.
 
The California Gold Rush began at Sutter's Mill, near Coloma. On January 24, 1848, James W. Marshall, a foreman working for Sacramento pioneer John Sutter, found shiny metal in the tailrace of a lumber mill Marshall was building for Sutter on the American River.
 
The discovery of gold here was one of the most momentous events in United States history.  From the great British historian Paul Johnson:
 
"Considering the benevolence of its climate, the fertility of its soil,  its vast range of obvious natural resources, and San Francisco Bay, 'the most convenient, capacious and safe [harbor] in the world', it is astonishing that the Spanish, then the Mexicans, did so little to make use of them.  The Russians had nosed around, though nothing came of it."
 
"But nothing could beat the original Forty-nine Rush for glamour and riches.  In the years 1851-5, California produced over 45 percent of the world's entire output of gold.    Until California's gold came on the market, there had been a chronic shortage of specie, especially gold bullion, from which the United States, in particular, had suffered.  Until the 1850s in fact there was no true gold standard simply because there was not enough gold to maintain it.  Once California gold began to circulate, the development of American capital markets accelerated and the huge expansion of the second half of the century became financially possible."
 
"The great California gold rush of 1849, attracting as it did adventurers from all over the world, was the first intimation to people everywhere that there was growing up, in the form of the United States, a materialistic phenomenon unique in history, a Promised Land which actually existed."
   
A better look at the terrain known as gold country.
   
After the Gold Discovery site, it was a brief hop over to Cameron Park Airport (O61) which is an airport community.  I would be staying with a friend, Rob, who lives here.  I landed around 7PM.
   
Zooming in on Rob's house (on the corner).  Look how wide those taxi-way streets are!
   
After landing, I pulled off on the north end and pulled up to a gate which opened automatically.  Rob drove up in his truck and I followed him through the community in my plane.  Not something I have done before!
   
Waiting for the gate to open to enter the community.
   
It was kind of interesting to taxi by houses with a plane parked in its front yard.
   
Parked in front of Rob's house.
   
A better look at Rob's house.  Not bad, huh?
   
I couldn't get over how wide the taxiway-streets are.
   
 
   
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