Not much to report today. We drove north to the only campground we could find at the right distance for the day. The route started in high mountains with small high valleys between them, and gradually gave way to low rounded mountains, larger valleys, pine forests, cattle, and occasional large scale hay operations, producing the huge 8' bales we learned before are made to fit into containers and ship across the Pacific.
The campground turned out to be part of a fairground currently hosting a firefighters camp, complete with catering tents, shower vans, etc. Our space is spare but grassy, and does have electricity and water hookups. OK for one night.
Tulelake is a dying town that shows no sign of ever having been very alive. Most of the stores on Main St. are closed, and no name-brand retailers have taken their place. The houses are small and dilapidated. Very depressing. But Tulelake is the horseradish capital of the world, growing over 1/3 of the world's production.
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