I went to Ashland, Oregon.
It was a picture. It was a movie. It was a poem. It was a novel.
Two days. I fell in love with all of it.
95 mph. Mt. Shasta. Atta-boy by Goat Rodeo and Yo-yo Ma. Oregon Welcomes You. Hop farm. Flowers you can eat. Attack duck. Zephr the ram. Gas station attendants. Microwave burritos. 100+ year old grave. Covered wagons. Table Rock. Speaking Spanish. Vanilla soy milk. Wearing shorts. Meyers Briggs test. Tandem bike riding. Town square. Mineral water. Audie and Sophia. Falling in love with Kadin. Laughing laughing laughing. Guacamole. Mom and dad. Rebeca telling me I look like Audrey Hepburn and Jackie O. Joe. 10 years. Freeway rest stops are like little oases.