Winding down. Burritos and salsa are available in every town and we haven't even hit San Francisco yet.
It was one of the last few days of the trip and I'll never forget the sun beating...
Driving through northern California's Redwoods can make anyone fall in love with trees and become a naturalist. It's the sort of place you imagine a lovely but eerie American Indian flute playing in the distance,...
When I saw the sign, I felt flushed. The move suddenly felt real, as if there was no turning back. Part of me wanted to turn the car around and head north again, delaying the...
Between Florence and Coos Bay, we explored the fifty miles or so of sand dunes along the coast. They apparently form the largest expanse of coastal dunes in the USA. It was hard not to...
An old high school and 4-H pal who now lives near Portland with her husband and daughter, suggested that we stop in Florence when we hit the coast. Having been to the Italian Florence several...
My broadly traveled Uncle Mark once spoke to his visit to Blodgett Oregon but from the memory, it was uneventful except for a cool photo of a Blodgett street sign. Must be this one here.
I...
Doesn't it just make you want to build a house up north, and do nothing but hike, read, write and eat for a couple of months every year!!...
This place brought back memories of my annual August blueberry picking trip at the Timberland Blueberry Farm in Caroga Lake. Somewhere in the middle of Oregon on our way from Portland to the coast, we...
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