While I’ve never been one to feel that intense, gut-level connection to the place I was born, I keep finding myself back in Ashland.
Another summer, another glorious anniversary trip to Ashland, Oregon with the woman I love.
I’ve shared in earlier posts about the story behind our annual trip to Ashland. Whether or not you’ve read it, perhaps you’re acquainted with some of Ashland’s colorful reputation. Sure, there’s a world-famous Shakespeare Festival, but there are also some wonderful eats and plenty of quirky shopping. The town is filled with nude sunbathers, charming inns, an army of Subaru-drivers, and dreadlocked “home-free” travelers (read: homeless) who come equipped with fancy cell phones.
Fortunately for a landscape-loving photographer like me, Ashland is surrounded by some stunning countryside. Even more fortunately for me, my gracious wife played along with my photographic shenanigans in between romantic meals and bike rides. There’s nothing quite so refreshing as spending alone time with my best friend in the world. There’s no one on Earth that offers me more grace.
Check out a few frames from Castle Crags State Park (yeah, yeah, still in NorCal), Lithia Park, and my break-of-dawn climb up Mount Ashland.
It may have been just two nights away from home, but this anniversary trip filled my sails for months to come.
Here’s to 12 great years, Erica. I can’t wait for what’s ahead!
I’ve told you about our anniversary spot. So where do you and your main squeeze go to refuel?
Happy anniversary to you both! You will always be seared into my mind in a good way-we will hook up again someday I’m sure!
Thankya kindly, brother. The same goes for you and “Peppy”!