Camper

There was a free campground back in the trees behind the old lodge building (you have to pay a fee now) and I became the campground’s only resident except on weekends when a few other campers from the blistering Sacramento River valley down  below would drive up to stay in the cool for a night or two.

The handful of  people living year round in Mill Creek were friendly and the village and the forest and especially the big mountain nearby were excellent. I felt right at home.

There was still plenty of snow on the upper slopes of Mount Lassen so I couldn’t climb to the summit or even go very high to visit the famous hot volcanic pools and such, but I thought when it was later in the year and the snow melted I would start making my very own ley line.

Well, why not?

Since nobody knows anything for certain about ley lines anyway, I thought I might as well get started in my own small way. I had some brought some detailed maps of the Lassen area with me and had plotted a course due eastward from Lassen Peak.

I thought maybe leaving some pebbles at various spots along my proposed ley line would do as temporary markers since there was no way I could make a nice straight path through the forest.

Making my own little hobby ley line was a fairly minor consideration for me at the time though.

I wanted to live and work in the high mountains of California because I hoped to go to the really high mountains of Ecuador to find a suitable place to work on another project I had in mind—I'll tell you about that later if I have the time—and I wanted to get accustomed to living and working at a high altitude.

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