End Of The Trail

Life on the road with two real estate agents is all about computers and telephone calls. Let's just say we went to sleep after the last click and their telephones dogged them all day. And we still had a great ride! We started the day with waffles at the Comfort Inn. Well, actually, we did. Sandy and Nancy went to the breakfast at Holiday Inn Express. They serve meat with their complimentary breakfast. Nancy also modeled her new helmet. It is the 40th anniversary Woodstock version. Really groovy! Our ride began in Fortuna and we took scenic HW 36 to Red Bluff. Nancy, who has been struggling with taking turns , found her inner speed demon and we finally caught up to her in Red Bluff. For George, the ride was less impressive as he was carrying, as he politely explained, a lot of weight. Sandy said he wanted to go slower to see the sights. We ate at a wonderful Mexican restaurant and headed for Chico and another beer and diet Pepsi break. When it is hot out it is imperative to take breaks for water and to douse yourself with liquid. I was still feeling pretty awful so the ride was not as thrilling as it could have been. We arrived home in the late afternoon.

It has taken me a few days to complete the blog. Both George and I have been experiencing some lassitude about the trip being over and I was struggling with the final blog. This is the longest vacation we have ever taken alone and some great things happened. Being on the back of the bike is an act of faith. There are plenty of people who would ride with anyone, but for me, it is a contract between rider and passenger. To ride together for almost two weeks on one bike, and to be sad that it has ended, truly says more about what we experienced then I can explain with mere words. There is just an intimacy with a motorcycle trip that makes it so intense and exciting. And physically exhausting. So, after traveling 2,800 miles we are home again. I

find myself smiling as I write this as pictures of the past two weeks are flying through my head. When I look into the future though, I see two gray haired people sitting together pouring through this and future blogs, maybe with a few tears, lots of laughs, remembering when.....

One of my favorite Christmas books is called Star Mother's Youngest Child. The Youngest Child begged his mother to let him celebrate Christmas the way they do down there (on earth). There was also an old woman on earth who was also shouting to the heavens about how she would like to celebrate Christmas, just once. The story is about the circumstances of their meeting and making a Christmas. Quite wonderful. When the Youngest Child returns to the sky that night his mother is anxiously waiting to hear about his day. "Tell me about Christmas. Is that too much to ask?"she says. "It was-oh Mother-"Youngest Child yawned- "it was...enough," he said.

the end

Uncle Nancy & Aunt Sandy Join the Ride

Today was really a humptulip day. George and I went out to dinner last night at a very nice restaurant where he had lamb chops and I had a pasta dish with mushrooms, dried tomatoes, and spinach. Around 3:00am I woke up with a migraine. Things plummeted from there. I thought vegetarians could not get food poisoning. Wild mushrooms? George asked for a late checkout and I scraped myself together and we finally on the road to Fortuna around 11:45. As awful as it was and continues to be....it is not a broken wrist or ankle. There will not be pictures.

We are now in Fortuna awaiting the arrival of Sandy and Nancy. They are joining for the final leg of our journey. We are sharing a suite at Comfort Inn which means lots of laughs and hopefully some good pictures. More later.

Today, August 26th 2009 is Ben and Elizabeth Platt's 3's anniversary! HAPPY ANNIVERSARY! WE LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH!!!!! The only picture I could find for today was this one of Ben, Liz, and my nephew Greg.


Sandy and Nancy didn't get here until 8:30 after a very long drive. We went to dinner at a brewery, where I still did not feel like eating, and Nancy is now doing real estate work. Funny story though. When they got to the room they brought this 19 gallon bottle of vodka. Sandy mixed them drinks, vodka and tonic (diet tonic which I totally don't get!) and we walked to the restaurant. They hadn't finished their drinks before we got there so they brought the cups in with them. The waitress comes up to the table and asks Sandy if there was water in his cup and he said yes. She asked if she could smell it and he said, so sweetly, yes. She took and big whiff and said," oh good, you wouldn't believe the things people try to sneak in here." It was hysterical! The drink had been 90% vodka. Anyway, we fooled her and ordered a pitcher of beer. Great dinner by the way, wish I had felt better.....Jenson

Count Down

Today was humptulip. The weather was overcast and a bit drizzly. George is a man's man and nothing seems to wear him down, but I must admit I am finding poling the river a little harder each day. This is not to say that today was not splendid. We left Florence around 8:00 and stopped at the Harley Davidson dealership in Coos Bay. From there we drove through Bandon, but decided that we did not need to see anymore cheesy stuff. We arrived at our final destination of Gold Beach around lunch time. I had made a reservation at the Gold Beach Inn and we were able to check in early. Before I go on I need to interject a little story. It was like this. Years ago my sister, Karen, and her family traveled to Oregon. When they returned she raved about Gold Beach. Now if my sister raves about something that generally means the shopping is good. So I have always thought that Gold Beach is the place to be. Sort of like a nice Carmel. We pull into town and I am expecting the Gold Beach Inn to be, well, different. I was expecting Gold Beach to be different. I don't even know how to explain the town. Except this. I decided to buy one tiny more gift and we could barely find a store to buy it in. We were both in stitches. But back to the Inn. What a wonderful place. Our room has a large window overlooking the ocean. There is a small balcony and a very large bedroom. The grounds are incredible. The best part is this huge deck that has two spas, one covered, one outside, and an enclosed room to warm up in. You can see the ocean from there. Unbelievable. This is a place I could stay and really relax. We walked to the beach and George hunted for agates. After the walk and spa he decided he needed another ride. He is also insisting we go out to dinner tonight as we have been eating in our room every night. The man needs a steak. I hope they serve vegetables. As I am writing I am watching the big blue ocean watching me. It is unreal. I will miss the road. I am also aware that it is becoming humptulip.

Say Cheese

We sadly left our wonderful room on the ocean and roared off for Tillamook. The wonderful place we stayed at had a binder with recommendations of things to do in the area. One of the recommendations was to take the self-guided tour at Tillamook Cheese. It also said that the Cafe served an excellent breakfast and lunch. That was all we needed to read. When we arrived we were surprised to see a cafeteria type setting and were prepared to be disappointed with our meals. When they came George make a noise between a mew and a purr and I asked him what he said. Something like, "the sausage" came out and I took it to mean he was in heaven. He was so excited he even took a picture of our food. My pancakes were plate size and perfect. Neither one of us could finish the meal. Oh, about the tour. Yes, we did take the tour. Quite intersting. We just kept saying that we could not do the same job on a conveyor belt all day long. And as they work they are being stared at by visitors to the plant.

The rest of the day we rode along HW 101 enjoying the views of the ocean. We did stop by Cape Meares Lighthouse. Wow! The lighthouse itself is something to see as is the view from the area around it. We stopped in Newport for a very light lunch and were entertained by a flock of sea lions who live on the pier below the restaurant. It was so wonderful watching them interact.

Oregon has the most amazing coastline. It is easily assessable and in most areas there are no entrance fees. What a pleasure it was to be able to smell the sea air and see the ocean as we traveled to our next destination.

By the way, I noticed I have a new follower. Hi Muffy. I am guessing you are of the canine persuasion-I just cannot remember meeting you. Can you give me more clues?

Tonight we are at the Comfort Inn in Florence, Oregon. It has been another gorgeous day. We are going to sit back, relax, and discuss the splendor of the day. George said he is going to walk next door and have KFC for dinner. Can you imagine? Jenson

The Thing About George

We left the city of Aberdeen and headed south on 101 for Astoria. George found a great place for smoked salmon there. Yum! A few hours later we arrived in Cannon Beach. It is Oregon's answer to Carmel. Very crowded, lots of shops and eateries. We had lunch there and walked around and then headed for our final destination-Rockaway. I found this motel online and it turned out to be most excellent. It is called Tradewinds Motel. We have a room right on the ocean. We can literally open our slider and be on the beach in 10 seconds. George is as happy as I have ever seen him. Which makes me so happy. He has taken a walk, a million pictures of himself, and two million of the sun setting. It is bliss. I believe as the tide goes out it is taking all of our muscle aches and pains with it. This would be an awesome place to come with a large group. We were sitting on our little deck watching family members and kids play catch and fly kites and laugh. Tonight there will be bonfires on the beach. We are so happy. Hang ten everybody. Jenson

Humptulips

I admit that I began the day a little irritated. (Nothing a large bag of plums would not help.) So off we went to Neah Bay the most western part of the continental US. It was a cold and damp ride and I could not understand why we needed to go. George said we were going to ride somewhere, so why not there? When we arrived there was not even a sign we could take a picture by. However we did visit a beautiful museum for a Native American tribe the Makah. This was truly a top notch museum with wonderful exhibits and it is located at the far end of no where. The gentleman who ran the museum told George that the area gets 8 to 12 feet of rain a year. This is apparent in the fabulous greenery that grows everywhere. The ride from there was absolutely breathtaking. It it a rain forest and being on the bike you are treated to the constant shifts in the environment. We were very lucky to be there on a foggy/sunny day. One of the things I have loved the most are the wildflowers that bloom on both sides of the highway. The backdrop are the large green fir trees fronted by the wildflowers of every color, shape, type. It was impossible to be bored riding through such beauty.

HW 101 runs through the Olympic National Forest. We could have spent all day visiting the beaches that populate the peninsula. We did stop by Ruby Beach and a kind stranger offered to take a picture of us together. It's part of the oddity of being without other people. We take pictures of each other and so it I often think the pictures will come out looking as though we had separate vacations! Anyway Ruby Beach was quite beautiful. Filled with driftwood. Our best find though was Lake Quinault Lodge. The lodge was located in the Quinault rainforest. The lodge was amazing. The back of it was this immense grassy area where people could sit and watch Lake Quinault. The lodge was booked so we were unable to stay, but we will be back!!

Humptulips: A small town. The name is Native American meaning hard to pole in the Humptulips river.

We ended the day at Aberdeen. As George says it is a , well I won't quote. It isn't much. But we found the only hotel worth staying at so we were happy. They have an ironing board in the room so I can actually iron a shirt for today. Life is good. More later. Jenson

Happy Sequim

We are having the most interesting experiences. It is though there is this network of unrelated strangers out there connected in no particular way except that they all are helping to make gandjdiscoverthepnw the best trip ever! So here's what happened.

We left Anacortes and were quickly driving over the Deception Pass Bridge. This bridge connects Whidbey Island to the rest of Washington. The bridge is beautiful and is actually built in two sections. It is called the Deception Bridge because the Spanish lied about it being a small bay a million years ago. The sailors from the Vancouver Expedition led by Joseph Whidbey apparently did not like that. Anyway, we arrived at the Port Townsend Ferry and were fortunate enough to get on the ferry despite having no reservations. If we were in a car we would not have gotten on today. On the ferry we were talking with some random strangers when, a special one, recommended that we go to Sequim. (Pronounced Scquim) Oddly enough George had done business in Sequim before. (Sequim is the lavender capital of the world. ) We disembarked from the ferry and drove into the very quaint Port Townsend. We were looking for a place to eat so I went into a shop and sure enough, another two special strangers gave me a great recommendation. Before George knew what hit him, we were sitting at Jordinis On The Water, at a table over looking the Puget Sound, sipping our favorite beverages. The really funny thing is that they had an Italian Stallion on the menu! We arrived in Sequim expecting to see Lavender everywhere but we actually ended up at a Safeway where there was a Starbucks so we could use the free Wifi and find a place in Port Angeles for the night. I was watching this mom with her two kids eat chinese food and finally decided to that she would know where to go for lavender. And of course she was another great stranger. We took a little ride and ended up at Cedarbrook Lavender and Herb Farm. This will be a cute blog when we put pictures to it. Think George at a Lavender Farm. We have also used the recommendations of strangers to find two great places to stay the last two nights.

I am finishing this blog up on Saturday August 22nd, 2009. This is Sandy and Nancy Platt's 28th wedding anniversay. HAPPY ANNIVERSAY! WE LOVE YOU!!!!

Life on the road is good. Wish you were all here....Jenson

Keeping the Shiny Side Up

Every night we get a call from Sam and he asks if we are still alive. Fortunately we are always able to answer yes. More alive then ever! In motorcycle lingo it's called keeping the shiny side up.

What an unbelievable day. We left Leavenworth at 7:30 and arrived in Anacortes, Washington ready to take the ferry to Friday Harbor on San Juan Island at 11:05. It was so exciting! Motorcycles are allowed to pull to the front of the very long lines of cars, which is the only reason we made that time slot. People in cars get there one hour ahead of time and wait until boarding time. The walking passengers embark first, then the motorcycles, then the cars. The trip takes over an hour. Once we arrived we immediately took off for the less commercial parts of the island. It was glorious. We drove by and saw the Sculpture Park which is filled with a variety of different...sculptures. From there we went to Roche Harbor. We turned this corner to get there and were immediately surprised by this beautiful little villagette. We had a lovely lunch at Madronna's, sitting outside watching the boats and talking about what we needed to do to move to this Eden. From there we stopped by Lime Kiln Point State Park but were not fortunate enough to see any mammals swimming around. George told me that at one time the islands lime kiln works were the largest west of the Mississippi.

The picture of George and me in the little yellow car was a hoot! We were at a whale watch area and were walking back to our bike when George jumped in somebody's rented put-put car. It was so funny. So I was taking a picture and we were hurrying so the real people who had rented it wouldn't catch us. This other group got into the fun and told me to go sit in the car and took a picture of both of us. We were all totally cracking up. I was amazed we both fit in. People walk onto the ferry and then rent these little cars to drive around the island. I really wanted one!

My favorite stop was the next one. We stopped at the Pelindaba Lavender Farm. I love lavender and wish I had purchased a few things. Darn that capacity issue! Oh well. It was fun seeing the fields of lavender and looking at all the things that were made from it. When we were walking back to the bike, I went to the restroom, and George made a few friends. There was a family group who had come over and rented mopeds and little three wheel mini motor cars. They were all laughing and carrying on and having such a good time. I told George that we need to be having fun like that with our family while we still can. They left before we did, so when we passed them on the road there was much honking and more laughing. Then we saw them again downtown and more camaraderie. I share this very small interlude because it was a wonderful part of a perfect day.

We went back to the ferry and parked the bike and walked around the downtown area. Finally we were able to board and after a long trip were back in our room by 7:30. What a day. We are both exhausted and cannot wait for tomorrow to do it all over again.

Note to all: If you would like to email me my address is gplatt007@yahoo.com I'd love to hear from you. I appreciate all your comments. The wonderful place we are staying make cookies every night. I have my chocolate cookie waiting for me. Peace out, Jenson

Leavenworth-Not the Prison

The problem with writing the blog at the end of the day is that it is the end of the day. I am beat and the idea of writing all of my thoughts down exhausts me. So I usually leave out parts and pieces of that days ride. Or like this morning at Mike and Jo-Ann's I was hurrying and I think I did not fully explain what the Yosemite field trip and our motorcycle trip have in common. Obviously hiking and biking require simplification of what items are really important enough to either carry or bump another item. (For example, I recently noticed that I am growing a rather nasty black mustache on the right side of my lip. Now the choice becomes, does a bad biker chick care? or does she make room for tweezers?) On the field trip we had a group leader who held us in the palm of his hand with his stories and his water purifier. On this ride there is the Driver and the Passenger. The Driver may make an error in judgement and think that just because he drives the beast, he is the leader. (Of course the Passenger may have helped him with that mistaken impression by washing his 6 week 17 Countries underwear by hand one night.) So we are both learning how to travel, democratically, on the bike.

Yesterday we saw the most amazing Green Tree Farm. It is a tree farm for pulp. The trees are harvested in sections and you can tell when that section is replanted as there is a plaque with the year that particular section is new. So this enormous area of trees goes on forever with trees of varying sizes. Cool.

The terrain in Eastern Washington is certainly different then the lush and green we enjoyed in Oregon. However, the farmlands went on forever. It felt like we were in the middle of this beautiful prairie. There were fruit orchards, hops, pears, apples, and wheat. Washington is just so big. As we rode I wondered how a person new to California experienced it. Would they be as awed as we are? Mike and Jo-Ann recommended we stop by Leavenworth, a Bavarian town, on the way to Edmonds. By the time we reached this very sweet little town we were so hot and tired that we decided to enjoy the town and spend the night. So I am writing from a sweet little place called Leavenworth Village Inn. And I am watching a rerun of NCIS, drinking Diet Pepsi and eating chips and salsa. Life really does not get much better.

We Are The World

Years ago Ben's sixth grade class went on a week long field trip to Yosemite. I was one of the lucky parents chosen to accompany the kids. When we arrived we were broken into groups and assigned a young naturalist who would take us on all the hikes and into the caves and so on. We had a wonderful guy who everyone loved. He spend our rest times either reading funny questions to the kids from a book he carried, like, 'what would you do with a bogger if no one was looking?' He also used the time to weave the history of how an animal was removed from its natural environment and how that changed the entire ecosystem. He was magical. We knew that were apart of something really special. We were carried only what was necessary for our survival and we all shared the load. The kids ate food they would normally have sneered at and loved it. I actually cried when we left. It was very powerful. On day four I was reminded of that time as I realized I was becoming one with the bike. There is just nothing better then the simple life.
We left Portland and headed up to Longview to pay our respects to George's grandparents, Sarina and Sherry Platt, and his Uncle, Sanford Platt. We also rode by the home where Eldon lived as a young man. What a beautiful town. This part of Longview had a gorgeous park with a beautiful lake in the middle of it. Then we headed down HW 84 through the Columbia River Gorge . What an amazing, amazing sight. It starts in Troutdale and ends at the Dalles. It is about 80 miles long. We did stop at Multnomah Falls which was breathtaking. The problem with leathers and boots is that it makes hiking to amazing places impossible. All the more reason to come back. Oregon is so incredibly beautiful. I kept asking myself why I had never taken this trip. We ended the day in Richland Washington at the home of Jo-Ann and Mike Neely. They are old friends from Sacramento and we have not seen them in years. The old magic was still there and we immediately started catching up and haven't stopped talking through meeting their granddaughter Sydnee, a great Mexican dinner, and breakfast this morning. Today is their 37th wedding anniversary. HAPPY ANNIVERSARY JO-ANN AND MIKE! There will be tears when we leave. However, we have already made plans to meet again.
So, on the road again. I began the trip with much trepidation and very little motivation. After a few days I no longer want to come back. How's that for a turnaround? There's no worries on the road mon.
Off to get ready for the next adventure. Peace out, Jenson

What A Difference A Day Makes

I have multiple personalities. This is such a relief. The first two days I was the comedian. She is dead now. Long live the comedian. Today, finally, the student/sporadic history buff (S/SHB) emerged. I like her!

This morning we talked about Crater Lake and how beautiful it was. There will be a return visit in the car, with George, hiking boots, and a picnic lunch. The next visit we might actually make it to the Visitor's Center which neither of us can remember seeing. The S/SHB is curious and wants more information. The comedian just wanted material.

Today has been wonderful. The day did start with a little note to hotel management about the ick factor in finding other people's hair in the bathroom. But since I was too tired the night before to make a stink and it was just hair and even my sister Karen said to ignore it.... I let it go.

Oregon is amazing. There are three mountains known as the Three Sisters. They are really magnificent. There is also a town called Sisters which appears to be like a Truckee. Very cute. Then there was the part of the ride where I decided that Oregon was 90% forests and 9% lakes and 1% everything else. There is an immense lake, Detroit Lake, which is actually a dam. It appeared to go on forever. Of course we eventually left the forests and entered more urban communities, but there was always something lush and green growing somewhere. After a wonderful lunch in Salem we headed for Portland. We are staying at the Hotel Monaco in downtown Portland. What a great town. We walked to the Pearl District and up and down countless other streets. Everywhere we went people were sitting outside eating or drinking or playing music. It is just wonderful to be here.

When we returned to our room we skyped George's mom and dad. For those of you who are new to this technology skyping is when two people have computer programs that allow them to link up and see each other and talk. George's brother Sandy, and sister-in-law Nancy were at the folks and we had a very funny conversation. Let me just say that I insisted that George put on the leopard bathrobe the hotel provided in order to talk with his parents. The whole idea that we can see each other is just unsavory.

A few last notes. Ben, can you email your Uncle Nels and let him know about this blog? I am thinking he might be a good candidate for the bookmark from Weed. Also, Roses, can you let Mama Rose know?

Time for sleep. More thoughts from the road tomorrow. Jenson

That's Really Deep

The first time I made lasagna it took me a week (not really). I was so tired of pasta and over homemade sauce that by the time I served dinner that night I could not eat it. I am having a similar experience with this blog. Loyal readers, you know that I do nothing but think on the back of the bike. A lot of the thinking the past couple of days has been about what to write in the blog. All day long I crack myself up. Boy, am I funny. Then we get to our destination and I am so done with myself. I am lasagna. I sit down to type, like now, and I want nothing to do with all of the things I thought were such high comedy earlier today. Like "roid noise" for example. Well, the show must go on.

We left Carol's house this morning and headed for Crater Lake. I will have more to say about the lake in a minute, but first I need to talk about lunch, which is the other thing I think about on the back of the bike....food. George and I decided to eat at the Crater Lake Gift and Eat Place and he ordered an Italian Stallion or Sub thing and I had a bowl of vegetable soup. All was well until a young man stepped, I believe unknowingly, on a mayonnaise packet causing it to explode. Oh, the accusatory eyes on the back of him as he walked away. Even the young cute gal who helped us gave his back a sneer. I recognized those judgemental looks because they had all been upon me minutes before. I wanted to scream out that I had HELMET HEAD and I knew that my hair was thin and my scalp showed. Whatever. Anyway, the point of this story, I was going to say wasn't about me, but I forgot it is. So, this bad biker chick got up and got napkins and cleaned the floor. Then she told Mr. Cash Register Man that someone might fall on the part of the residue she (me) was unable to get up and I did not have a mop and bucket. What was I thinking? Am I never going to stop being someones mom? I had leathers on for goodness sakes. Anyway, after lunch George and I entered the Giftshop and purchased tacky and overpriced crap for a few unlucky people (friends/family) that would fit on the bike. More about that. The only thing that is expanding on that bike...is us. So here is a perfect example of a gift. One of our first stops was is the town of Weed. George's dad, Eldon, grew up there and his dad owned the local mercantile. So we drove into Weed to see the still thriving Weed Mercantile and take the appropriate pictures that will be added to the blog once we figure out how. Then, I went inside and purchased a bookmark. The perfect gift. It fits in the bike, the recipient gets a souvenir of our trip, and it is useful. Okay, now you all know that someone will get a "Welcome to Weed 2009" bookmark, but I won't divulge the design. Sam and Sandy you don't read so you are safe. Postcards are another great gift!
Crater Lake- Absolutely amazing. It is the deepest lake in the United States. The blue is a color that almost indescribable. For those of you who are not aware Crater Lake was created from a volcano. It is still very pure as the only boats allowed on it are a few tour boats. It should be renamed. Perhaps Drop of Pure Blue Lake. Anyway, we loved it. From there we took off for Bend. I am writing this at a lovely Holiday Inn Express. The very nice desk clerk, Joe, liked me and upgraded us to a king suite! I guess my helmet head didn't bother him.
I forgot something from yesterday. During the ride I wrote a little ode to my dinner buddies.
This is to Thursday night:
sitting in the park
light fading
smoke rising in the dark
someone is laughing
what would I do
without all of you?

Peace to you all. Off to eat nachos and no vegetables. Jenson

And then there was Medford

Blast off. Very anticlimactic after last year. No Bloody Marys, no group pictures, no father-in-law wishing us safe journey. Just George asking me if I was ever going to be ready. So at 7:39 off we went. George a bit nervous about the weight on the bike, me a lot more worried about what the #^% I was thinking. And thinking was all I would be doing for the next five hours. Despite all my planning I was unable to hear my IPOD due to road noise. (think that three times....dirty bike girl laughed for a long time over the "roid noise" confabulations-but enough on that) Nothing really exciting to report about the ride. I spend the time thinking about my life. So here is what happened. I arrived home after the last trip. I went to a new position. And I never did anything else. This year has got to be different. This year I am going to come home and find the hiking trip with the llamas for next summer and hike the Pacific Coast Trail. I mean it. Mike, keep me honest. Anyone else want to go? Okay, enough about me. We got to Carol's beautiful home in Medford and she gave us a very warm welcome despite our road smells. She also has Thomas the best cat ever (except for Gracie and Bob) and he was such a host! What a gorgeous place! And the backyard! Wow. We went to Ashland to enjoy the sights, smells, and a good dinner, and returned to have some awesome Carol cookies and good nights sleep. Breakfast was shared with Carol's daughter Tiffany and her son Owen. He's 3 and scrumptious. So was the blueberry yummy. Well, we are off to new sights. I am still wondering why I am doing this. Maybe by day 3 my yin and yang will be balanced. Jenson

Washable Underwear

The day before blast off. The cleaners are here and I never know where to hide. So I am blogging in the room I am sure they ignore. I have to get packing because Mr. It's Almost Time To Go will be home soon and if I don't have my 3 tops and 2 pairs of jeans 1 pair of travel undies and 14 bras out I will be in big trouble. There is nothing like a vacation with a Type A personality. Oh well. We still manage to have a lot of laughs which is really what it is about. I am hopeful my body, despite the fact I did not use any type of exercise on it this year, will hold up throughout the journey. Off to pack. Hope I can find my washables. J

Welcome to my blog!

First day: August 15th. We leave at 8:00 sharp and head for Medford. We will be dining in Ashland with our friend Carol, but alas, we will not be seeing any wonderful plays. From there we will be heading into the wild blue yonder. Hopefully this year I will keep up with the blog from start to finish. I love all the comments. Keep them up!!!!!