Sunday morning, after a good old fashioned American breakfast, all of us crowded around the dining room table, (except Wuggie Norple, who ate at 7:00 when he woke up) we carried the luggage down the long steps (and a short shuttle ride) to our trailer and headed to another warm and comforting place to land - our gracious friend's home in Ashland. They put us up at the sweetest B&B with a porch swing and little paths through a garden in bloom. (I ran through the neighborhood Monday morning; it was a perfect sunny breezy run through old homes and art galleries and along the train tracks).
We stuffed ourselves with Italian food at night, and pancakes in the morning, and as much of their company as we could squeeze in before we had to face facts that we needed to be on our way. Day 3 and still in Oregon, it seemed like we were eventually going to have to put some miles on.Total miles traveled: 417
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Oh no, THIS was the saddest day of my life.
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