The sound of a nearby stream eased my mind back into a wakeful state. We were a few miles shy of Old Station, CA where a campground store and post office awaited us.
I caught whiffs of septic smells and saw this scary sight. I feared they were dumping into the stream we just drank out of but wasn't able to tell for sure or identify what company they belonged to.
Thankfully the location where hikers would typically gather water was upstream.
Other than that it was a beautiful morning and easy hike to the campground a few tenths of a mile off the trail.
I didn't take any pictures at the campground but I did enjoy spending much of the mid day there. Chatty Cathy read parts of a romance novel to a collection of hikers anxious to get to the good part and I devoured a delicious milkshake at the campground diner.
There was smoke on the horizon so we checked the Internet for information about the nearby blaze. According to Cal fire, it was contained and thus safe to continue hiking.
I hiked a few more miles and reached a side trail to another geological wonder.
I HAD to go check it out.
There were wonderful accoustics down there and I fantasizes about playing a candle lit concert in one of the "rooms."
Here are some diagrams of the cave:
I had dinner at the nearby picnic area and then hiked into the setting sun, reaching the Hat Creek Rim overlook just before sundown.
There wasn't much to see due to all the smoke but I could detect the twinkling headlights of cars driving along the highway below.
I hiked a few hours into the night, past a field of cows mildly irritated by my passing at such an hour but I shared the trail the best I could.