Yesterday my ace support crew and I drove up to Siskiyou County on the far northern edge of California—adjacent to southern Oregon—to spend a few days inspecting our new granddaughter.
Naturally, Old Grumble-Face found it necessary to bring along the Ogre, and today I managed to slip away for a short ride in and around the town of Montague. When America moved on steel rails, Montague was a bustling little railroad town. But years later the government routed the Interstate on the other side of the hills, through Yreka. With the railroad abandoned, or nearly so, and all the car and truck traffic using I-5, the busy stretch of downtown by the train depot has mostly rotted away. Even the Adventure Cycling Association’s Sierra Cascades route, which passes right through Montague, couldn’t rejuvenate the economy with an occasional long-distance bicyclist.