we start climbing into the mist: <iframe frameborder="0" scrolling="no" width="640" height="360" src="http://api.smugmug.com/services/embed/2806295651_5qWdBQg?width=640&height=360&albumId=32237510&albumKey=R5DXC4"></iframe> Echos of the Lassen volcano. It's the Blue mountain range, west of Monticello. On the other side, the skies looked brighter. and the road surface was still relatively dry. There were nice views, and the weather added to the visual (if not psychological) drama. We both knew that if we hit a patch of slimy slicked up muddy road, we could be stuck until it dried out.