A Mt. Shasta to Yreka CA. trip was marred by a lack of planing on my part for water. I have made the trip before but it got much hotter this time (102, usually in the low 70s) and I had to ration the water. Slowly dehydrating I continued looking for a house I could get water from. I found one and drank to much at once and got bloated. You would think a desert rat would know better. I got into some mountains and a little shade once and a while but started to cramp, and I knew it was over. I called the wife, swallowed what was left of my pride and said, "honey, do you still love me"? She was there in a jiffy with some nice cool water. I was very glad I did not push it to hard.