#50 Sycamore Grove State Park; Red Bluff, CA.

The next day we went to crossed into California and stayed at the Sycamore Grove State Park. It was a National Recreation Area in a town called Red Bluff.

We headed out and I'll say one thing about these passes like when they say Grants Pass it means you're going to go up a hill it like a 45-degree angle. The truck is only going to want to go about 40 miles an hour and you're going to be at a higher RPM like about 2500 and you're going to see all kinds of tractor trailers pulled over on the shoulder letting their engines cool because it's just flat-out hard to get up the hill. As to the issue with the truck, I smoking like a freight train. I was really concerned it will even make it, but the poor girl always made it. She might have struggled but she never really stranded us and I'm very grateful for that. We went south on our journey and we found a place in California and the name of the town was Red Bluff. It was called Sycamore Grove State Park and it was really cool because it had the Sacramento River in its sights, but it was just a dry old riverbed. There was a dam up above it that was probably full of water, but nothing was leaving. I assume they had diverted the water to somewhere else. I wrote this now six months later. I guess it's interesting that California had so much rain and, in the winter, they had opened the dam gates here for the first time in 30 years or something. That was interesting. The coolest thing about Sycamore Grove as a course it was beautiful with huge very old ancient sycamore trees and just dirt cheap like 10 bucks a night, but I really enjoyed it all. All of it was pretty and we had a nice time.