12-Oct-2002 -- My good friend, Barb, from Jacksonville was visiting her son in Sacramento and she agreed to join me in a weekend of GPSing. I picked her up in Sacramento early Saturday morning and we were off. There were three geodashing dashpoints on the way to Clear Lake and 39N123W. Our route was along CA 20 from the east, south on CA 53, west around the south side of Clear Lake on CA 29, and finally west on CA 175 to the vicinity of 39N123W. I had been north of Clear Lake in the Mendocino National Forest several times, but I had never been south of the lake.
After winding around on CA 175 so much that I thought my GPSR was getting dizzy, we finally reached the gravel road that led to 39N123W. For a couple of reasons (cable across, rented car) other visitors have walked the last few tenths of a mile up the fire road to the top of the hill near the confluence. Emma (my Explorer), however, made it quite easily to the top only a hundred feet or so from the confluence. The previous visitor's description of the barren hilltop as a helipad for staging fire fighting seems like a good one.
The confluence was down the hill to the south of the top of the hill. Photo #2 is looking back from the confluence up the hill to the north where we had parked Emma. You can see the burned manzanita responsible for putting "tiger stripes" on visitors to this confluence. Photo #3 to the west shows more of the same. Clear Lake to the east is visible from the confluence, but I stepped to the top of the hill for a better view to take photo #1 which also included Mt. Konocti to the far right. Photo #4 shows me at the confluence with my GPSR on the ground marking the location for all zeros (photo #5).
Having completed the business of recording the confluence, we got out portable chairs and tables for a very pleasant lunch enjoying the view from atop the hill. We then returned to CA 175 and headed north on US 101 for one more dashpoint before playing tourist at Humboldt Redwoods State Park where we made it just in time to get in the visitors center. After some oohing and aahing at the magnificent redwood trees, we checked in at the Hidden Springs Campground for the night.