We drove to Medford.

On March 29 I wrote that I awoke to my friend returning from the buffet and had left me to sleep. I went to the buffet and she watched her TV. She texted and I came back. We went to Temple coffee and walked around Davis. After that we got in the car and drove the 113 and onto Willows. I told my friend about my uncle’s life.

We got gas and she got snacks. We talked about New York and discussed the distance to Oregon. It rained in the mountains. We followed the rail through Shasta Lake and over the pass to Black Butte. The pass was crazy because there was more rain and sleet.

Once we got to Ashland we went to Brickhouse and I dropped a bottle of Lithia water. We walked through the park and the festival and got whiskey and salad at the co-op. We drove to Medford. The rain was so bad we lost traction at one point and saw a lot of emergency vehicles. We passed through Grants Pass and all the way to Eight Dollar Mountain. There was a wreck on the way at in the Illinois River Valley.

My brother met us in his driveway. We were all very excited for the visit. He had organized a dinner with the neighbors’. Later we wound down at and had some tea.

This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.