Gorgeous plants lining the streets in charming Ashland, Oregon (where the Shakespeare festival runs ‘about nine months of the year,’ according to a waitress we met), a goodbye marionberry crumble, and a beautiful park.
Good morning, Seattle! This amazing view from my balcony of Mt. Rainier this morning was a jaw dropper!
I knew I would love driving through Oregon. You drive through a virtual corridor of pine trees from Oregon and on to Seattle. And there are trucks hauling tree trunks. Some clouds, sprinkles and rainbows, too.
What’s wrong with this photo? Hmm. I went to the gas station and an attendant comes over to pump gas. Turns out in Oregon it is against the law to pump your own gas. Wait, whaat?
I thought he was joking. I confirmed it with the barista at the drive-up coffee kiosk in the same gas station, where I bought my chai latte. Yep, it’s the last state in the USA to have gas pump attendants. That’s the craziest thing I’ve heard of in a while.
I didn’t have to get out of the car. On the road again….
Starts to get really pretty about Redding to Shasta in California on the 5 North. The many faces of California.
The many faces of California: northern CA heading toward Sacramento on the 5. Looks like sand, but it is parched pasture.
Flora Grubb nursery in San Francisco is the best ever…please come to San Diego. I’ll manage the shop.