Today was another long day of driving, from Oakland to Ashland, and, therefore, one without a lot of photos. I did manage to get a couple. The first is the one I posted on my daily blog. We stopped for gas in the mountains south of Mt. Shasta, in a little out of the way place called Pollard Flat. It seems to consist of nothing but a restaurant/general store/gas station. The pumps have no ability to read credit cards and the read outs on the pumps are unreadable as well. Inside, the walls are covered with license plates from everywhere. And to top it all off, upon walking into the unisex restroom, all urgent and unsuspecting, I was greeted by this.
The rest of our drive into Ashland was, in comparison, uneventful. I just had time to take this photo of the farm implement in the yard across the street from Deb and Jerry's home before we were swept off to drinks and family dinner. Its working days are long since past. Ashland now is a hip, upscale college community and retirement mecca for rich Californians. I take this old, broken down farm implement as a reminder that everything changes. Nothing stays the same.
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