We had the clearest skies of our trip on Tuesday (which meant that Katie got to see the view from the rim, including getting a good view of Shasta). And we finished the Hat Creek Rim, passed mile 1,400, and started across the flats toward Burney Falls on this day too. Finally, today we had a dog "incident" that left us laughing, crying and wondering how, how, our pets can be so crazy at times.
Of course we started the day where we'd finished the last:



A short walk led us back to the rim:



And then, in two miles, we finally started dropping down off the rim:


It started getting hot in the flats. We had some shade, and we definitely had some views:



We passed yet another "hundred mile" marker (third one this summer!):


After ten miles of hiking we closed in on two small reservoirs (and a small town a mile away, a power plant, and a trout hatchery; all the trappings of civilization and near-civilization):

And then, just as we neared actual water, we crossed a seep that created a flow of mud across the trail. Hallie, our younger dog just dropped. It was hot, but it wasn't all that bad. It was dry, but we'd given the dogs plenty of drinking water. But Hallie must have had enough - she was hot and she wasn't going to take it any more ("Hurricane Hallie" is one of her nicknames):




Unfortunately, once a dog gets "wet" that dog shakes off (we should have known better than to stand and watch). Katie got the worst of this and I got a good load of mud too. Tricia was behind. But only she thought to take a photo:

Fortunately we were coming up on Hat Creek. And it was deep. And dogs, even brown dogs that were previously red, are fairly "rinsable:"


We continued now, actually between two reservoirs, closing in on Highway 299 and the end of the hike:


We were surprised to see pelicans here:

We came across a water cache (fresh and icy water):

Tricia took some time here, looking over the register (she's gotten to know the "trail names" of many of this years through-hikers - hell, we've actually met many of them too - and she likes to see who's gone past already). She also signed us in:

And then shortly we saw the road, our truck, and our own trail angel waiting on the Highway (who, come to think of it, has gotten to know even more through-hikers than us):


It was short drive from there to McArthur/Burney Falls State Park where Vicki had us set up in a campsite (we'd hike to and then through the park in the next two days).