Leaving Eugene was a comfortable affair involving only the search for the right highway exit, easily found. We were in good spirits and decided to look for a place to hit up on our way back, stopping in a cold Ashland for the prospect of food and an open venue for the 7th. What we found instead was a Shakespeare obsessed burg addicted to sulfurous spring water called "Lithia Water."
I saw a churning cloud of birds as we left Ashland, our heads aspin from the strange waters.
I took the wheel as stomachs went from empty to full in Weed, and the sky turned from light to dark. The tri-tip sandwich left me feeling energized and with a burnin' and yearnin' to get to Frisco. As we wound up the serpentine highway into the hills, the numbers of crazy drivers increased until, at one point, I was passed by a truck that used the on-ramp as a passing lane - at 90 mph.
Finally, we made it to Pearson's friend's house. Karin put us up and was a great host to us. I was happy to be making my way from one good-natured person's house to another. After a short tea break we unpacked, took a trip to the corner store with Bun, and relaxed in the eclectic house. We slept late; we needed a good rest after such a long drive.
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