At the far northern end of California stands one of the most awe-inspiring sights you will ever see, the 14,000-foot Mount Shasta. When the weather is clear, you will see the mountain beginning south of Redding, 60 or more miles away. We spent a few glorious days camping in view of the mountain, followed by a weekend of ballooning in Yreka (even farther north), then drove home last Sunday.
Our lunch stop was the tiny historic railroad town of Dunsmuir, deep in the Sacramento River canyon. We followed our time-honored practice when in a strange place--intuition backed up by walking past and sniffing. These techniques readily led us to the Cornerstone Bakery and Cafe on the main street (historic hwy 99--I-5 bypasses town). After an early morning, hours of chasing the balloon & stowing it, packing & driving, I was ready for a huge brunch. The selected menu item was pan-fried red potatoes covered with a potpourri of fresh garden vegetables and cheddar, with a scoop of sour cream at one end of the plate, and a scoop of delightfully tangy salsa at the other. This was absolute heaven, and rounding out the platter was a couple of slices of whole wheat-pecan bread, an absolute delight in both taste and texture (and I speak with authority, having two masterful bread bakers in the family).
Dunsmuir is famous for its water, filtered through volcanic strata, and I drank buckets of it both as ice water and iced tea--absolutely delicious.
Priced very reasonably--with a loaf to take along, tax & tip it was just about $20 for the 2 of us.
If you are travelling I-5 between CA and Oregon (or up to Washington) you owe it to yourself to time the trip to allow a meal to coincide with Dunsmuir.