Today we woke around seven and had coffee and leftovers for breakfast. Once the car was loaded and rush hour had subsided, we headed south on I-5. It was a fairly uneventful drive, and we were grateful for that after the hellish drive we had between the border and Portland on Sunday.
We stopped at a rest stop near Canyonville for a picnic lunch of our remaining leftovers. Not surprisingly, the local wasps found my brisket from last night appealing and I was forced to cover it and save it for later. We headed back to the highway and within an hour and a half, we were arriving in Ashland.
We found a parking spot with no difficulty and headed to the box office to pick up our tickets for Twelfth Night. We then decided to visit the gift shop. Mum grabbed a nightie and a couple of greeting cards and I grabbed a t-shirt that listed all of Shakespeare’s plays on the back and 1616-2016 on the front – celebrating 400 years since Shakespeare died. I also picked up a Shakespeare bobblehead as a gift for a friend.
Since we had some time to kill – and it was dreadfully hot out – we stopped for a drink at Louie’s. We found this place last year and quite liked sitting next to the creek on a path that they call Calle Guanajuato. Mum had a ginger beer and I had a flight of the six daily beers that they had on tap. The waitress was quite helpful and wrote the names out for me so I could record them in my Untappd app.
We checked into the hotel and while Mum was having a shower, I called hubby and chatted for a bit. We then went next door to the Wild Goose for a small bite to eat before the play. Mum had roasted garlic and brie on crostinis and I had a New Orleans Chicken Sandwich.
We arrived at the theatre in plenty of time to listen to the live music that they had in the courtyard outside the theatre before heading in and grabbing our seats. The play was quite good and, although it took a while for me to understand exactly what was happening, I thoroughly enjoyed it.
The performance ended close to eleven and we headed back to the hotel. On our way back, we were forced to stop at an intersection to allow a deer to finish crossing the road – at least he was using the crosswalk. Mum turned in shortly after we arrived and once I am done writing to you all, I will be turning in myself.
I leave you with a picture I took of the final number – shhh, don’t tell anyone.
Thank you for reading and I will talk to you tomorrow from Sacramento.
L
