Californians keep a careful eye on water. We talk about droughts and floods, and we learn about tide tables. In the winter, Northern Californians like to monitor the snow pack in the mountains and predict the effects on The blue waters of Hennessey Reservoir reveal slight ripples, lapping up against the verdant slopes of grass and shrubs Lake Hennessey reservoir reservoir levels. During our years in California, we have most frequently visited reservoirs which are half-full or less, but this year the reservoirs have been catching up. When the state's largest man-made reservoir, Shasta Lake, south of majestic Mount Shasta, became more than ninety per cent full, we decided to drive up and see it.

We began with a drive through the hills west of Interstate 5 (we avoid freeways whenever possible) to Chico, where we stayed overnight and breakfasted with grandson Dan. The road we chose winds through wineries and olive groves and many cattle ranches in the foothills. We stopped at a couple of small reservoirs and enjoyed seeing them full enough to touch the reeds and grasses along the shore. West of Chico we spotted an eagle's nest on a power pole. On top of the higher cross bar of the power pole the grey-brown eagle nest has been built of good sized sticks, making it quite noticeable (and of course quite inapproachable) Eagle nest With patience and binoculars we could pick out the head of the mother eagle on her nest.

North of Chico we drove through Corning, a major olive processing center, and then stopped briefly at the Coleman National Fish Hatchery, where salmon fingerlings are raised and transferred to several Northern California rivers. This was the quiet time for the hatchery; the salmon transfers take place in the late Fall and Winter.

Lake Shasta was beautiful, its waters lapping against the green shore, with the snowcapped mountain in the distance. It was The view from the restaurant, perhaps one hundred feet above the lake, shows a large, placid, blue lake, surrounded by wooded hills.  Two jetties with houseboats moored in all the slips are waiting the boating season. Lake Shasta houseboat marina also peaceful with only a handful of boaters to enjoy the spring sunshine. The reservoir looks complex on the map, with fingers of land stretching out from the many little islands. Looking at the houseboats in the marina, we imagined that exploring the lake at leisure must be enjoyable even in high summer.

Our reservoir curiosity nicely satisfied, we headed west. The Trinity river accompanied us for many miles. It was flooding over its banks and providing beautiful white water areas here and there. We climbed into the Trinity Alps on a road which The river - a stream, actually, has risen above its banks and shows white rapids as it courses along, olive grey, through the forest. Rushing Trinity River twisted and turned and occasionally spat out gravel. We would have taken more photos, but the narrow road offered few chances to linger -- and we had started this leg of our trip later in the day than we had intended.

Over the Trinity Alps we went, and ended our second day in Arcata, in a brand new, somewhat expensive but oh, so comfortable Hampton Inn. After the excellent motel breakfast, we headed for the Victorian town of Ferndale. After appreciating the lovely old buildings, we took one turn and were instantly relocated to Mattole Road, a cliff-hugging twisty and much-patched trail which reached, then followed the coast until it Looking down from a steep hillside, the photo catches the farm buildings -- houses, garages, barns, and so on -- next to a creek which empties into the ocean.  On either side are steep hills, but there is sufficient rich pastureland to let the farm prosper Isolated farm on Lost Coast found the Mattole River. Reputedly the name "Lost Coast" is due to the inability of highway engineers to construct a State Highway that could penetrate this challenging topography. It's very beautiful.

After a couple hours of this we found ourselves in Honeydew where we planned to cut back through the Humboldt Redwoods State Park to Highway 101. But there, scribbled on a small piece of paper was a sign informing us that the road was closed because of a marathon race being held that day. So, ever reluctant to retrace our steps, we headed further south along Wilder Ridge Road, reasonably named. We eschewed the dirt Kings Peak Road, which was marked on the map with the thinnest of black lines, and continued to Ettersburg, where we picked up the Briceland Thorn Road which put us in Garberville in time for a late lunch! The flower grows from a very broad leafed green plant, with a thick fast growing stem that can extend six to eight feet or more; the flowers are visible as swellings on the stem, which later flatten out into a six-inch cluster of tiny white flowers. Carson Mansion, Fort Bragg

Just south of some more redwood parks, California Highway 1, called Shoreline Highway, turned off, and we followed along for what is probably the finest oceanside ride in the State -- slightly better, in our opinion, than the road from Big Sur to San Simeon. In Fort Bragg we were the only guests in one building of a hilltop motel which had a "partial ocean view" and also a tub. We woke up on a crisp, sunny morning with just a touch of breeze. Before breakfast we drove The flower grows from a very broad leafed green plant, with a thick fast growing stem that can extend six to eight feet or more; the flowers are visible as swellings on the stem, which later flatten out into a six-inch cluster of tiny white flowers. Like Queen Anne's Lace through the town, enjoying the Victorian buildings and the restored Old Town. The Carson Mansion is the featured sight.

Our after-breakfast walk took us to the headlands in Jughandle State Park, where a pair of geese led us along the trail to the cliffs.

All along this part of the coast, we saw wildflowers, the most impressive being one we called (apparently incorrectly) Queen Anne's Lace. It looks like the big sister of the wildlower we knew from Ohio. It grows several feet tall, and seems to be getting The sculpture is from a single redwood tree, painted white, on top of a high tower on the former Masonic Lodge.  The maiden stands holding a book at a pedestal, while behind her, holding her hair, stands a male figure with wings, carrying a large wooden scythe. Time and the Maiden bigger before our eyes! If anybody knows the name of this flower, we'd love to hear it.

Occasionally we caught a glimpse of a cattle ranch or a farm, but most of this land was wonderfully empty. The beaches are beautifully rocky with black sand.

The town of Mendocino is quaint and pretty. We marveled at the statue of Time and the Maiden atop the local bank. The original building, built in 1866, was the Masonic Lodge. The builder, Erik Albertson, a Mason, carved the statue from a single log.

We crossed into Sonoma County and found ourselves in still beautiful, though more familiar, territory. We agreed that this was a grand trip, with perfect weather and excellent tour guides (us).