Ciao, Sisson!
The drive to California was a little hairy. It rained almost the whole way and when it wasn't raining it was snowing or there was a heavy wind advisory. At one point we were stopped on the highway while we waited for the snowplows to arrive. The middle truck was dumping sand on the road. It was slow going but thankfully safe.
Ira had commented that there might be another slowdown near Mt. Shasta, which reminded me that we had always meant to stop by the Sisson Museum.
Mt. Shasta
It was either now or never, so we took a small detour to check it out. The website said they were closed for the winter, but we figured we could at least take a photo by the sign.
Justin Hinckley Sisson 1826 - 1893
Visitors would spend from a few days to several months at Sisson's Camp where they offered fishing tours to the McCloud River and hunting trips up the Sisson's Trail.
John Muir used the Sisson's Trail from Horse Camp to the summit in a record 4 hours and 10 minutes. A violent snowstorm occurred and he was forced to spend the night next to the hot springs on the summit. In the morning Muir walked down to Horse Camp where Justin Sisson met him with food and horses.
This building was purchased by Justin and Lydia Sisson who converted it into a hotel known simply as "Sisson's." They expanded the hotel in 1878, adding rooms, orchards, a garden, croquet grounds and a pond stocked with trout.
In 1922, with pressure from a millionaire landowner, the city of Sisson voted 103 to 38 in favor of the name change to Mt. Shasta, after the mountain of the same name.
So, sadly, we had to say, Ciao, Sisson!
A dopo.






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