Medford, Oregon

I headed further north and bid adieu to California.

One of the things I was really looking forward to seeing on this trip through California was Mount Shasta. It was another one of those places that Dad used to talk about. I wonder if he ever saw it? It never occurred to me when he would talk about it that he was in southern California and Mount Shasta is in northern California.

My level of acquaintance with Mount Shasta was in the logo on the Shasta cola the hit the market in Buffalo in the ’70s.

Anyway, I was looking forward to seeing it. On my way to Medford, Oregon, I saw a rest area that doubled as a scenic overlook. I parked and headed over to the viewing spot.

On the way, I enjoyed reading the info they had stamped into pavement.

Fun facts to know and share!

And those animal tracks. 

They look kind of like bear tracks, but they seem kind of small. Maybe they are baby bears?

I wonder if they are putting the info on the ground because so many people walk around looking down at their phones?

I made my way over to the viewing area.

Do you suppose Mt. Shasta is somewhere behind the clouds? If so, I couldn’t see it. Back to the road.

Oregon was waiting! But first, I had to see Mt. Shasta. When I had the new power jack installed in Redding, the mechanic told me that I would see it right in the middle of the road.  (Yeah, more repairs.)

By golly, there it is! Right in the middle of the road, just like the guy told me! And it even looks like the logo on the Shasta pop can.

The only thing is that I was told that that wasn’t really Mt. Shasta. I don’t know which one it is, but a few miles down the road there was a rest area to pull over and look at the real Mt. Shasta.

So, I can’t say for sure which was which. I’ll let you make up your own minds.

Another hour on the road and I finally came to the last exit in California. 796 miles! That is one long state!

A few miles more and I was in Oregon.

My first mission in Oregon was to get a prescription refilled. Repairs and maintenance on the rolling stock and keeping my meds current are two of the most difficult parts of full time Airstream travel. After multiple go-rounds, it looked like I would be able to get my script refilled in Oregon. California declined to fill it because they had different regulations for the prescription form. The pharmacist I contacted in Oregon told me that they would be able to fill it, so I went there as soon as I got settled in to my campsite on the outskirts of Medford.

I got a spot in a brand new campground, Southern Oregon RV Park. It was so new that the wood chips in the landscaping smelled like the forest.

I don’t think the fire pit had even been used!

Anyway, I got set up and headed over to the nearest Walgreens.

After a little more hemming and hawing and phone calls to the insurance company, I eventually got what I needed and headed back to the park.

The next day, I set out to explore Medford. I stopped in to the tourism office. The tourist advisor was more than happy to tell me about all the attractions in the area. Apparently, the only thing to do in Medford is shop at cute little shops. Shopping at cute little shops for tchotchkes is something that doesn’t appeal to me, so I decided to head over to Central Point, just a mile or so from the campground. They have a chocolate shop and a cheese shop and they give free samples.

FREE?!  (My favorite word!)

I was on my way – but not before she gave me a free Oregon mug.

She told me to look for the big silo and then the chocolate shop would be just a block or so away – Lillie Belle Farms in the purple building.

It was hard to miss it.

The samples did not disappoint, and it smelled heavenly!

I was visiting just before Easter, and they had some lovely chocolate bunnies for sale. They also had some  *ahem* more “creative wares.

There were Voodoo Bunnies.

And this absolutely monstrous bunny.

It kind of reminded me of Franciso Goya’s “Saturn Devouring His Son.”  Once again, my thanks to Sister Jeanne for the excellent Art History education.

Anyway, after seeing those creations, I was ready – nay, eager – to move on. Having accomplished chocolate, I set out to find the cheese.

Normally, I would have cropped out the rat trap in the lower left corner. However, I found an interesting irony in a rat trap near a cheese shop.

They had samples there, too. I feasted on the interesting cheeses and admired the awards they had won.

Then I moved on to admire the cheeses themselves.

The wheels looked like works of art!

One of these days, I am going to get over feeling like I can’t afford foods like these. In the meanwhile, I guess I’ll have to settle for samples.

I set out to see what else the little town of Central Point, Oregon might have to offer.

There was the Central Point Cleaners.

This sign gave me a chuckle. I didn’t find any pants dropped on the sidewalk, and the store seemed to be closed for the day.

I wish I could have found someone to tell me who Fred was and where he might be, but no one was there to answer my questions.

Oregon is known for its pears, and there was this lovely sculpture in front of the grocery store. It’s entitled “Picking Pears.”

The artist is Jim Davidson. Lucky guy! I’ll be no one misspells his last name!

He even has his own foundry!

The for a small town, there was quite a bit of art. I was taken with the mosaics.

They looked like they were a community project.

I liked the individuality displayed.

The community must really enjoy this project!

There were so many of them.

They seemed to reflect the interests of the people of the town.

I also like how they use a variety of materials.

It was really worth the time I spend strolling around the CBD. (Central Business District.)

I picked up a few things at the grocery store ad then headed back to camp. One more night and it would be time to push on.

Next stop: Portland!

 

 

One thought on “Medford, Oregon”

  1. Some relatives of my paternal grandmother used to live in Medford, but I lost touch with that side of the family when my parents divorced.

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