From Mt Shasta we continued on around the north side of Mt Shasta (a side not seen too often in my travels) to Klamath Falls and then past the large Klamath Lake and old Fort Klamath to Crater Lake National Park. I had sort of hoped to stop and visit the Mitchell Monument near Bly, Oregon, but we didn’t have time on this trip. Back in 1944-1945 during World War II, the Japanese launched about 9,000 incendiary bomb-carrying balloons towards the US and Canada, carried across the Pacific in by the jet stream. The remains of hundreds have been found from Mexico to Alaska and east into Michigan, out of an estimated 1,000 or so that made it across the Pacific, each armed with a combination of incendiary and high explosive bombs. The most recent was found in 1992, in Alaska.
The Japanese military had conceived the idea they could set the forests of the pacific North West on fire with incendiary attacks. They tested this with 2 attacks on the forests of Oregon in September of 1942, from a float plane launched from an offshore submarine. The pilot reported setting significant forest fires, although in reality the fires were quickly doused. The balloons attacks were triggered by a timer sequentially releasing the bombs when it was calculated the balloons were over North America. To track the success of the bombing, the Japanese planned monitor the expected news reports about balloons and forest fires. But when the first balloons and fires had appeared, the US and Canada clamped down on any news article about balloons, on any Japanese involvement with forest fires, very aggressively pursued fighting any of the fires generated by the bombs, and launched a highly secret program to track and intercept the balloons before they could drop their weapons. From a few early press reports, they were certain at least a few had made it across the Pacific. But with no information from public sources they had no idea how many the balloons were making it to North America or if they were causing fires, which produced a lot of uncertainty about how well the bombing campaign was working.
The production of the weapons was not given a priority, and plans to ramp up production were never carried out -- although the Japanese continued to send the balloons east into the middle of 1945. A plan was pursued to send bacteriological weapons to North America via the balloons, but this plan was circumvented by the forced surrender of Japan.
Of the entire balloon bombing campaign, there was only one deadly attack. That occurred in 1945, when Ethel Mitchell and 5 children were killed at a church group picnic near Bly Oregon when they found a bomb dangling from a tree. There’s a monument about 10 miles east of Bly on NF-34 (national forest road 34). Bly is about 50 miles east of Klamath Falls. But we didn’t have time on a long driving day to make a 3-4 hour detour.
From Klamath Falls we drove north to the rim of Crater Lake. Like Mt Lassen, Crater Lake still had a significant amount of snow on it – in fact, only the western half of the loop road around the crater was open, and most of the picnic areas and campgrounds were still closed. The lodge was open, but most of the concessions, such as the boat tour around the lake were closed until at least the middle of July, if not the first of August. Campgrounds lower down in the forests around the park were open, but none of the higher altitude campgrounds were. The skies were a vivid sapphire blue and you could see several large snow-capped dormant strata-volcanoes looming over the mountains around us – from Lassen in the south to other peaks to the north. There wasn’t a lot of traffic at Crater Lake, so we found a nice turn off along the rim road, and had a picnic lunch and enjoyed the quiet and beautiful views over the lake.
From Crater Lake we headed back north west again, taking highway 58 back across the Cascade Range to catch I-5 near Eugene, Oregon. From here, it was a straight run north on I-5, averaging around 70 mph on the road. I-5 up the Willamette Valley is flat and straight into Portland. Temperatures in the valley were in the 80’s with the freeway busy with folks heading back into town after a weekend in the mountains or a lake. We were passed by several large RVs towing boats, which much have been traveling 80+ mph.
Since we were running a little behind schedule, we bombed straight through Oregon into Washington. I should note that gas prices where we started in SoCal were around $3.05 a gallon for regular gas when we departed. Along I-5 in the middle of the central valley, they were around $3.25 or so, and down to around $3.10 in the Sacramento Area. Up in the mountains, prices were a bit higher, up to around $3.30 or so, and up to $3.60 in a couple of remote small towns. Most of the price of any gallon of gas in the US is taxes – state, county and local so you can see significant variations when you cross a state line. Crossed into Oregon, gas prices immediately dropped $0.10-0.30 a galloon. Moreover, in Oregon you can’t pump your own gas, so you have to have the attendant take the hose out of the pump, put it in your tank, and start it up. And then wait for him to take it out, and hang it back up before you can close the transaction. Nothing wrong with that – but it’s different than the “pump your own” process in California or Washington.
Dinner on this leg was in the small town of Kelso in Washington. We pulled off the freeway, figuring to find a gas station and restroom and spotted a small family-owned Mexican restaurant. Well, after living in the Seattle area for a couple of years and having a hard time finding good Mexican food, I had to try this place. It was excellent – a small, family-owned restaurant, with the mom and 2 daughters busing tables, and everyone speaking Spanish to each other and English to the customers. Very good food, very reasonable priced, friendly, and a good dinner overall. Although driving to Washington State and having a Mexican dinner wasn’t quite what I had in mind, while driving up.
We had been wondering what traffic would be like through Seattle. My 2 years in Seattle had taught me that Seattle had traffic as bad as anywhere else in the country, and its very unpredictable due to the layout of the roads. But even though it was pouring rain as we drove through it went very quickly. The Seattle area has apparently revamped their carpool lane system, so that you could pick up the carpool lane near Tacoma on the south side, and continue in the car pool lane to near Everett on the north. And at least on I-5, they’ve given up the really stupid idea of putting car pool lanes on the outside lanes of the freeway (this was the rule on the 405 freeway in Seattle, which I didn’t drive on this trip). Putting the car pool lane on the outside is a hazard – if you’re stopped in stop and go traffic, and then have to make your exit, you have to accelerate out of a dead stop and pass across the carpool lane, where folks may be going 60-70 mph. Not good, particularly considering they may be coming up on you out of your blind spot behind the back passenger seat.
But this trip, the carpool lanes through Seattle worked very well – we stayed in the car pool lanes and just cruised through the metropolitan area. My only complaint is that Seattleites, like folks everywhere else, seem to confuse carpool lanes with “speeding lanes”. When it’s pouring rain, traffic is fairly heavy, and you’re going 5-10 miles over the speed limit already – coming up behind someone in the carpool lane to tailgate them, and then flashing your lights to go faster and then flipping them off because they won’t go 85 like you want to – it’s uncalled for. Lay off the coffee, is my opinion... you’ve had enough caffeine.
We spent the night at a friend’s place near Bellingham, arriving about 930 at night. The next morning we stocked up on groceries in town, and took one of the ferries out to the San Juan Islands.