We began our makeshift vacation to Oregon on the Friday of the July 4th weekend. We encountered many SUVs and trucks pulling boats up to the mountains on I-5. Fortunately, we left early enough that there was no slow traffic and we made good time. Brett began pointing out Mt Shasta as soon as he could see it on the drive, which began a joke that every mountain with snow on it was Mt. Shasta (more on that later). We stopped in Weed for lunch and some football playing to get the blood flowing. No problem making it to our meeting at the Morrison Lodge, but we would wait to eat dinner until after the meeting. Brett drove into Merlin to Baldini's to get some good calzones that we ate in our "expensive" (well it was July 4th weekend) lodge.
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| Shasta! |
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| Sweating while reading "Chains" (still) in the sun, Griffin stuck his bookmark on his forehead. |
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| Our walk at Morrison's Lodge. |
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| Joy in front of the Rogue River, upstream of where we would set in the next day. |
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| Three flies up! |
