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Fun in the Snow!

Fellow Porsche Enthusiasts,

Doesn’t 8,000 feet, a clean, clear road and a wall of snow on either side sound cool?  That’s what we thought too.  That’s why our July tour took us to the high country to play in the snow.  While the valley floor baked in 114 degrees, we set our sights on Mount Lassen and a picnic lunch in the snow country. 

Jerry Nystrom, Dale and Gail Gleichweit Will and Kathy Thompson departed Redding a little early to beat the valley heat.  They met Pam and I in Cottonwood, and we convoyed south to Red Bluff.  A couple of quick left turns put us on highway 36 East, and a few “quick” miles later, we descended upon the sleepy burg of Dales.  Dales has quite a history in Pam’s family.  It was founded in 1908 by her great grandfather Creath Dale, who initially ran a rest stop for stage coaches transiting from Susanville to Red Bluff.  It also served as the area post office and horse change station and, eventually, filling station and restaurant.  Pam’s mom still lives across from Dale’s Station, and has some great stories to tell about the evolution of area.   Four Porsches in Dale’s Station all at the same time caused quite a stir in the neighborhood.  The phone lines were busy for a while after we left, trying to figure out what the big event was. 

We departed after a short visit and focused on the snowy mountain that rose before us.  Although we didn’t bring warm jackets, we were sure we’d manage somehow to survive the chilly temperatures in the frigid altitude.  We arrived at the south entrance to the park with an outside temp of 87 degrees.  Hey, that’s more like it!  In a few more miles, it was sure to be in the low 60’s.  After our first stop, a quick check of the outside temperature revealed a less than comforting 93 degrees.  It was a comfortable cruise through the park with the windows down, snow on either side, frozen lakes and streams of ice-cold snow run-off, but still the temp wouldn’t budge from the 80’s and 90’s. 

We stopped for our picnic lunch at Summit Lake North, and sat under the towering pine trees next to the water which was continually occupied by splashing kids and wading adults.  With the shade of the trees and a few wispy clouds, the cool breeze from the lake, the 90’s were quite tolerable.  Our