Towns Into Lakes
Our last day in this oddly named place and we decided to do some hiking once again. We set out this morning for Whiskey-Town. Whiskey-Town Lake to be precise, because what was once a gold mining town is now covered by a few dozen feet of water. In order to prevent flooding and the
costs of damage repair, the government decided that controlling the water flow would work in their favour. So, instead of letting the river destroy the town naturally, they booted everyone still living in the town and flooded it themselves. I mean, the flooding in the area has decreased drastically but it’s kind of a roundabout type of logic in my opinion. Once we got to the lake, we stopped off at the visitor’s centre to pick up a map and get some information about the area as opposed to just prancing about through the trees with absolutely no idea where
anything is. Once we figured out what to do and where to go, we hopped back in the truck and drove a little ways around the lake to our trail head. The trail turned out to be a little bit overgrown and not so easy to navigate but we made it to the lake without anyone getting whacked over the head with any branches. Then we walked up and down for a while along the lakeshore but we didn’t go too far because Dad’s knee had been acting up and we didn’t want to stress it. Once we’d gone far enough and Kizzy had worn herself partially out, we headed back up the crappy trail and hopped back in the truck. We ate lunch back at the trailer and hung around for a couple of hours before heading back out for yet another lake. Shasta Lake. This one covers another town called Shasta trinity when it existed, and was created using a dam. The dam was built during the ’30’s by the same people who built the Hoover Dam. Though it’s not nearly as big, it’s still quite the work of engineering. We learned that fourteen people died during the construction which makes be wonder how many
people died during the construction of the Hoover Dam, because they didn’t supply that information when we visited. We walked up and down on the dam and dropped into the visitor’s centre a couple of times, once to look at some of the facts about the dam and a second dam so Isaac and Dad could ask how much pressure the dam was holding back in order to settle a bet. Isaac ended up winning their little competition so we was pretty pleased with himself when we left. Back at the trailer we had some dinner and then the boys headed off to the hot tub while Mum and I read our books. Peace out m8s.