Saturday - July 24, 2010

Saturday morning we awoke to warmth and sunshine as well as an amazing breakfast prepared by Heidi's mom. We ate in the sunshine on the back deck by the pool. Bacon, blueberry pancakes, scrambled eggs, orange juice.... in other words - the most perfect breakfast. After such a perfect breakfast what else could we do - we had to go for a swim in the perfect backyard pool.


Here is Kirstin cuddling with Daisy the adorable doggie. We enjoyed a nice relaxing morning at the Bielanski's, packed up our stuff and hit the road at about 1:00 p.m. We headed south toward the Shasta Lake area with the top down and temperatures hovering around 100 degrees. It was wonderful. :-)

Kirstin here again...
After many hours of driving, we arrived in the Shasta National Recreation area! We'd have a bunch of pictures to show you, but as Terri mentioned earlier, I'm a dumbass and forgot the download cable for the camera, so you will get to see that trip in photos later...and we have some great ones!!! Can't wait for you all to see the pics that Terri got of the Leaving Oregon and Welcome to California signs - she is a master of photography while in motion ;-)

Now we faced our next challenge of sorts...given that we were hearing that people book a year in advance for places around Shasta, this was a tiny bit of a concern. Of course, the seats in the car recline all the way, so we would have worked it out somehow! The first four places we stopped at had no vacancies...then we pulled over and started calling places! Heidi had mentioned Bridge Bay earlier, and when we called them they had a two person room with a lakeview available!!! WOOT WOOT!! By then, we were hot, tired, beyond hungry and getting just a snitch loopy from all day in a convertible in 105degree heat!

Got settled, turned AC on full in the room and headed to The Tail of the Whale (the restaurant), for dinner...as we were starved, this was an exciting moment for us. We decided to splurge and ordered steak (rare for me, extra rare for Terri), and coconut shrimp. Worst. Decision. Ever.

It quickly became clear to us that no one in the place knew how to cook, nor owned a cooking thermometer. Both steaks were medium well, and neither of us have found the appropriate words other than yuck for the lameass excuse for coconut shrimp that we were presented with!!!