Two more Japanese Americans joined us for breakfast at Fe's B&B - Hiroshi Shimizu and his wife. Hiroshi actually lived at the camp as a young boy. His father was an American citizen and up to the point of internment had worked extremely hard to assimilate into the American lifestyle and was actually born in the US. After he was interned - he was so devastated that his own country would take such a unthinkable path, that he ended up renouncing his citizen ship.
Think it can't happen again.....?
Before leaving Tulelake I went through the museum and then road about 7 miles to the site where the camp was originally. Not much there. The only thing left standing is the jail. Everything was either sold or torn down. Tulelake was the largest of the camps and is where more "difficult" Japanese internees were sent - such as those Japanese (American citizens) that protested having to forfeit everything they owned and then be put in what was for all practical purposes - a concentration camp. Think about it.
After leaving Tulelake - this seemed like a very long day. Miles and miles and miles of straight highway with an occasional hill and a few turns here and there to keep me under 100.
Going over some of the hills - it was a bit cold and so I plugged in my electric jacket (what would the pioneers think).
I did make it to Idaho and took a short 16 mile side trip jaunt to visit my nephew that moved here from Ukiah.Tomorrow - off to the Creators of the Moon.
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