The last few days in Medford went rather smoothly. Ate entirely too much and got better at crossword puzzles. Played in the snow at Crater Lake. Saw the Oregon coast, which is a lot like the Florida coast, but more brutal. Held my breath and sent out "It's been nice knowing you" texts as Kevin drove on the edge of cliffs with a clenched jaw and threats for anyone that got in his way.
We arrived in Eugene early this evening and eventually found Dennis' (Dru's uncle) home. This guy has been everywhere. In my best dreams of traveling I am this guy....he transformed the inside of a school bus into a camper and traveled across the country. Another time he drove across the country to live at a commune. Currently, he owns a home in Panama and the one here in Eugene and travels around the world with his wife dancing the tango. Shortly after arriving I got the drink that I've been needing since I walked through that door in Medford. Can't remember the name of the beer, but it was dark and strong and liberating. Food came next, which was delicious, but killed my buzz...very unfortunate.
Tomorrow, Portland. For threefourfive days.
A couple weeks, Florida.
Hopefully, New York.
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