I woke up to sunny skies and the smell of breakfast being cooked. Fresh fruit, a muffin and a pretty good quiche. Actually, I don't know if the quiche was good or bad considering it was the first time I ever had it. But I ate it all, and am no worse for wear because of it. The establishment's owner, who is also a pilot told me before I left that I have to stop in McMinnville at the Evergreen museum just to see how big the Spruce Goose is. So, I hopped over to McMinnville, and talked with the great people in the FBO who were very interested in my trip until the shuttle got there which takes you across the street to the museum. To say the Spruce Goose (which is actually made of birch) is large is an understatement. the wingspan is longer than a football field, and it completely dwarfs the B-25 Mitchell and B-17 bombers that sit under it's wings and tail. The museum has a pretty wide range of planes there, with 10 more waiting to be on display after they finish the addition. A Curtiss Jenny and Robin (although replicas), a replica of the Wright Flyer, an SR-71 Blackbird (which are a lot longer than I thought they were), an F6F Hellcat, another Corsair, P-38 Lightning, an F4 Phantom, P40 Warhawk, made famous by the Flying Tigers and Tuskegee airmen. Also there was a MiG 17, a Messerschmidt, a Texan, A4 Skyhawk, TBM Avenger, and a Titan missile. There was also a few helicopters (or as my sister used to call them - 'hoptycopters'), a V-tailed Bonanza, a Gee Bee racer, a Pitts Special, a Beech Staggerwing and a baby Great Lakes - which I think Emmanuel Lewis would have a hard time getting into, and I probably forgot a couple. From McMinnville I headed towards the ocean and flew my plane out over the Pacific, and flew south along the Oregon coastline from about Newport, to some river that starts with a U that I cant remember or pronounce. I cut back across Oregon - which is very undeveloped - and headed towards Crater Lake. Crater Lake, for those of you that don't know, is an extinct volcano that had collapsed and the caldera is filled with water. From the rim of the crater to the surface of the water is between 1000 and 2000 feet depending which part of the rim you are at. It's also a national park which means I have to maintain at least 2,000 feet above the highest point. So I took the plane up to 11,000 feet to get pictures of the lake. Looking to the south from Crater Lake, you can see Mount Shasta, which was my next stop after a bite to eat and fuel in Rogue Valley (Medford) Oregon. Today was also the beginning of the worst part of the trip - terrain wise, and heat wise. It was almost 100 degrees in Medford, and the forecast for Carson City was to be over 100 degrees. I climbed out of the valley and said goodbye to my first visit to Oregon. I crossed the border to California and Mount Shasta just kept growing bigger and bigger in my windscreen. I passed just east of Shasta as I headed towards Lake Tahoe and Carson City, NV. The winds were starting to kick up a little but, but only about 15 knots, so there was a little bit of turbulence over the mountains between Shasta and the California/Nevada border. I flew over Tahoe, which was largely unspectacular due to haze that was dominating the area. It's all a trade off, bad weather = good visibility and turbulence, and good weather = crap visibility, but a pretty smooth ride. The airport elevation is about 4700 feet, which is the highest airport I've landed at this trip. But, the density altitude (means the equivalent altitude due to heat) was 8000 feet. Basically it means the plane will behave as if it were at 8000 feet. Luckily I was light on fuel, and the landing was uneventful. I grabbed a cab to the hotel which is right downtown Carson City on 395. So I decided to head on over to the Golden Nugget Casino and in 15 minutes walked out with more money than I walked in with. Not a bad way to end day 6. Total flying time today: 4 hours 45 minutes.