George left early Wednesday morning, carrying only his own weight, and he flew home in 5 hours. Karen and I left Carol 's at 9:30 and carried more weight than the luggage, and we arrived home around 3:00. Of course it was a difficult time. No Ollie to greet us. Memories of him everywhere.
George and I also have a hard time with what we refer to as reentry. The road allows us to relax and move into a much different life. We like the simplicity, the togetherness, the rhythm. So, I write to preserve some proximity to our days and nights as we rode through the air.
Finis
Sunday, September 7, 2014
Loving Oliver
George and I happily left the Haunted Hotel and began our journey to Medford. Oddly, there are two choices to get to Medford. The wonderful trek we took last year, Bear Camp Road, where our bike incurred irreparable damage. The other route is to enter California and travel back into Oregon. It is quite a beautiful ride.
On Monday September 1, 2014 we called Carol to let her know our plans for the next day. My sister, Karen, had driven from Ukiah to Medford to meet us on the final leg of our journey. Unfortunately, when she arrived at Carol's, her dog, Oliver, was having medical issues. Carol's daughter, Tiffany, and her son-in-law Steve are both veterinarians. Sadly, Ollie passed away that night. George and I were told when we reached Carol's home.
Our sweet Ollie was located after much research by my nephew Chris. My sister wanted a dog that did not shed, was loyal to her, was small, and quiet. Ollie was almost perfect! He loved Karen with the total loyalty that only a canine can give a human. He was lucky enough to live in Gold River and be a member of the Small White Dog Club. Actually I think the club was disbanded for bias, but I believe he was invited to some holiday get togethers. He also had Mary, Karen's neighbor, who loved him and walked him with her little white dog, Blanca, when Karen worked.
Ollie was so spoiled- when I would walk into Karen's home he would bark at me until I gave him a treat.
Ollie was devoted to Karen. If she was gone, he would sit on her dining room table and look out the window for her to return. I was one of the only people he felt comfortable staying with, and we decided that was because he sensed we were related.
Ollie was my sister's best friend and her constant companion. We will miss you Ollie.
We were able to do some memorable things in Medford, because nothing keeps good shoppers from Ashland! Carol took us to a beautiful property on the Rogue River where we relaxed and had a
picnic. The home is owned by her daughter's in-laws. Quite wonderful. In the late afternoon we went to Ashland, walked around, and then had the pleasure of hearing the Blue Lightning Band play. At 6:45 most evenings there is a free performance in the Green prior to the plays. That evening it was a 7 women band who really rocked the stage. We loved them.
We also got to visit with Tiffany and her son Owen during our day. These are all the reasons we love coming to Carol's home.
Tomorrow- Home again.
On Monday September 1, 2014 we called Carol to let her know our plans for the next day. My sister, Karen, had driven from Ukiah to Medford to meet us on the final leg of our journey. Unfortunately, when she arrived at Carol's, her dog, Oliver, was having medical issues. Carol's daughter, Tiffany, and her son-in-law Steve are both veterinarians. Sadly, Ollie passed away that night. George and I were told when we reached Carol's home.
Our sweet Ollie was located after much research by my nephew Chris. My sister wanted a dog that did not shed, was loyal to her, was small, and quiet. Ollie was almost perfect! He loved Karen with the total loyalty that only a canine can give a human. He was lucky enough to live in Gold River and be a member of the Small White Dog Club. Actually I think the club was disbanded for bias, but I believe he was invited to some holiday get togethers. He also had Mary, Karen's neighbor, who loved him and walked him with her little white dog, Blanca, when Karen worked.
Ollie was so spoiled- when I would walk into Karen's home he would bark at me until I gave him a treat.
Ollie was devoted to Karen. If she was gone, he would sit on her dining room table and look out the window for her to return. I was one of the only people he felt comfortable staying with, and we decided that was because he sensed we were related.
Ollie was my sister's best friend and her constant companion. We will miss you Ollie.
We were able to do some memorable things in Medford, because nothing keeps good shoppers from Ashland! Carol took us to a beautiful property on the Rogue River where we relaxed and had a
picnic. The home is owned by her daughter's in-laws. Quite wonderful. In the late afternoon we went to Ashland, walked around, and then had the pleasure of hearing the Blue Lightning Band play. At 6:45 most evenings there is a free performance in the Green prior to the plays. That evening it was a 7 women band who really rocked the stage. We loved them.
We also got to visit with Tiffany and her son Owen during our day. These are all the reasons we love coming to Carol's home.
Tomorrow- Home again.
Monday, September 1, 2014
The Haunted Motel
The sound of the waves all night made me think it was raining, raining really hard on our poor bike. Fortunately, we awoke to a perfect day on the coast and we stayed most of the morning, enjoying the view, and found ourselves quite reluctant to leave. We do have a plan for a future visit that includes, family, friends, and a week long stay.
We left the cottages and headed for historic Bandon. The artwork on the pier was celebrating the Year of the Horse. There are some very creative artists of all ages who entered pictures. We ended up in a wonderful store, Second Street Gallery, filled with artists work from all over Oregon. There were some mobiles that were amazing. The artist made the pieces out of stained glass. Each tier depicted a layer of the ocean. The top tier was boats and so forth to under the sea. I loved it. Then one of the women who worked there played the harp. I wanted to move in. Bandon is a wonderful town. I might just relocate.
On the way to Gold Beach we stopped for lunch at Redfish, a wonderful little restaurant over looking the ocean. The view was stunning. The food could have been horrible- the view was four star. Except for the little black hair I found just as I was finishing my meal. Ummmmm. I still can't decide if I am grossed out about it. The view was that good.
So, we get to Gold Beach Inn, the place we ALWAYS, stay, only to find out that somehow I made a reservation at the Beachcomber Inn. I don't know what happened. The names are not even similar. We tried to get out of the reservation, but, no. The Beachcomber is really old. So far our phone doesn't work, the DVR didn't work, the doors swings open on its own, we were the only people here for a long time, and we are sure it is haunted. And then there is Big George. The fellow who came up to fix the phone and DVR, became George's BFF. Oh, the phone doesn't work, that's ok. Oh, the movie doesn't play, no big deal. Well, it wouldn't be a good trip without one creepy nights stay.
Great walk on the beach, ordered some yummy pizza delivered to the haunted room, and sat out on the balcony enjoying the sunset. We discussed the advantages of selling our home and purchasing a huge RV and traveling the country. We couldn't come up with any.
Tomorrow - Carol's Home Medford (Yea!)
We left the cottages and headed for historic Bandon. The artwork on the pier was celebrating the Year of the Horse. There are some very creative artists of all ages who entered pictures. We ended up in a wonderful store, Second Street Gallery, filled with artists work from all over Oregon. There were some mobiles that were amazing. The artist made the pieces out of stained glass. Each tier depicted a layer of the ocean. The top tier was boats and so forth to under the sea. I loved it. Then one of the women who worked there played the harp. I wanted to move in. Bandon is a wonderful town. I might just relocate.
On the way to Gold Beach we stopped for lunch at Redfish, a wonderful little restaurant over looking the ocean. The view was stunning. The food could have been horrible- the view was four star. Except for the little black hair I found just as I was finishing my meal. Ummmmm. I still can't decide if I am grossed out about it. The view was that good.
So, we get to Gold Beach Inn, the place we ALWAYS, stay, only to find out that somehow I made a reservation at the Beachcomber Inn. I don't know what happened. The names are not even similar. We tried to get out of the reservation, but, no. The Beachcomber is really old. So far our phone doesn't work, the DVR didn't work, the doors swings open on its own, we were the only people here for a long time, and we are sure it is haunted. And then there is Big George. The fellow who came up to fix the phone and DVR, became George's BFF. Oh, the phone doesn't work, that's ok. Oh, the movie doesn't play, no big deal. Well, it wouldn't be a good trip without one creepy nights stay.
Great walk on the beach, ordered some yummy pizza delivered to the haunted room, and sat out on the balcony enjoying the sunset. We discussed the advantages of selling our home and purchasing a huge RV and traveling the country. We couldn't come up with any.
Tomorrow - Carol's Home Medford (Yea!)
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