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