Every now and again I organize my photos folder. Here we go!
Soooo... I drove down to Cali and here's the photos of my sorta vacay.
On the way I stopped at Riverside Park in Grants Pass, where I've been before. It's so pretty!
The sign says you have to be under twelve. Bummer.
But luckily I came at the playground from a different angle and didn't see the sign until I was already all played out, and nobody yelled at me.
Don't I look under twelve?
That sort of thing right there is why everybody yells "Smile!" at me.
Maybe I should.
I'll make a note.
I did some wandering around in Yreka.
The playground is my favorite place in any town.
Went to Greenhorn Park!
And climbed, if you want to call it that, those hills, which are a challenge for me at this point, esp in 98 degrees which I'm not exactly used to any more.
But there's a lovely view from the top, down at the valley with I-5 and Mt Shasta in the distance.
That sort of thing right there is why everybody yells "Smile!" at me.
Maybe I should.
I'll make a note.
I did some wandering around in Yreka.
The playground is my favorite place in any town.
Went to Greenhorn Park!
And climbed, if you want to call it that, those hills, which are a challenge for me at this point, esp in 98 degrees which I'm not exactly used to any more.
But there's a lovely view from the top, down at the valley with I-5 and Mt Shasta in the distance.
The next day's bathroom selfie at church, because I still had mountaintop glow on me, or at least it was still in my head and I liked myself for once.
See, I'm smiling now, because mountain!
The mountain is where we need to live, and why should we ever come down?
Then I went to Medford and went up Table Rock.
Here's a couple from Wikimedia because none of mine are this cool. And wowwww, the view from the air!
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Here are the ones I took.
Heading up there.
Looking at where we're going.
The prettiness on the way
Almost there!
The top and the view from the top.
Very aware of rattlesnakes and poison oak-- which I'm not aware of usually-- I'd just had my consciousness raised. This horrible-sounding stuff was pointed out to me, and I took a photo of it for reference!
It sounds nasty. In fact I did not enjoy the trip back down at all because I had to GO and I'm a girl, and that poison stuff was everywhere I looked, so I basically ran all the way back down to the reassuring concrete restroom.
Oh well, fun was had!
It was a journey of a thousand miles, or almost.
