Monday, February 11, 2013
A afternoon drive
One thing I love about living in this semi-rural town in Northern California is I don't have to travel far to get into the another world. Just 10 miles is Whiskeytown Lake.
You have to drive west, toward the Trinity Alps (now doesn't that sound nice?) and through an old ghost town, Old Shasta. It used to be a thriving gold mining town that was the center of commerce and social activity in Northern California (Queen City) until the railroad literally gave them the shaft! Slow but sure, everyone started moving closer to the railroad. That's just how things worked back then. I think there was some dirty politicking that went on behind the scenes, that killed that town. All that is left are a few historic buildings, a museum and the storefront remains of the town. It is now operated as a State Park but the State wants to close it down due to budget cuts. They still have the old bakery with a authentic brick oven and it is open as a little coffee shop during the day. I love going out there and just sitting outside the mercantile and feeling the history that blows in the trees.
Just before you get to Old Shasta, beside the road, is the Pioneer Baby's grave. The grave marker says,
Charles, infant son of George and Helena Cohn Brownstein of Red Bluff, died December 14, 1864. He was buried near land established by the Shasta Hebrew Congregation as a Jewish cemetery in 1857, one of the earliest such cemeteries in the region. Since there was no Jewish burial ground in Red Bluff, Charles' parents made the arduous journey to Shasta to lay their baby to rest. Concern for the fate of the grave led to the rerouting of Highway 299 in 1923.
California Registered Historical Landmark no. 377
First registered July 28, 1942. Plaque placed by the State Department of Parks and Recreation in cooperation with the Shasta Historical Society, Kevin Moss Historical Fund and Trinitarianus Chapter 62, E Clampus Vitus, July 28, 1990.
Finally we come to Whiskey-town Lake which really is a reservoir. Great place for all around recreation and a hike.
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