Day 3

The third day of our adventure began at a disc golf course in Woodland.


It was a lovely park, and apart from me nearly stepping in some freshly tossed vomit, there were no mishaps.

In addition to the course, there was a nice play area, complete with a tire swing:


Then we were in the car again, pushing further north.

Amazingly, the temperature soared to 106 degrees! We were very thankful for a functioning air conditioner as we zoomed past Mt. Shasta:


Jeff concocted a new treat that we filled up on in the car--fresh blueberries and M&Ms:


About five hours into our drive, we found ourselves in Oregon though I never did see a sign that signified the border. We descended into Ashland, a very beautiful city.

For dinner, we went to one of our favorite places:


They really know how to stuff a pita at the Pita Pit.


Ashland is home to a very old and gorgeous park called Lithia Park. A stream flows right through it. There is a duck filled pond, lots of walking trails and beautiful lawns.

The guys played some frisbee:


Delaney and I scoped out a spot for a photo shoot:


After visiting Ashland last year, Jeff and I agreed that we'd love to live there. This year's trip changed that a bit. Although it is absolutely gorgeous there, there were a lot of people that made me feel quite uncomfortable. They were...shall we say...very natural. (In fact, I felt positively elegant amongst them (a foreign sensation for someone such as myself) and that was due only to my shaved legs and my wearing of mascara and a complete set of feminine undergarments.) However, it was not the au natural aspect of the Ashlanders that unnerved me.

Before you label me a xenophobe, let me explain myself: I'm not offended by people dressing or eating differently from me, but I am made squeamish by people who are acting in such a way that makes me wonder if they are high on more than just granola and organic strawberries. Being unsure of the chemical influences on the people around you is not a very appealing social dynamic.

Sigh...I guess we'll have to find another Oregonian city to which we want to move.

We ended our walk through Lithia Park with some gelato from Zoey's and smiles all around.

...and that was Day 3.