|A Rare Shoe Tree|
|Look at those great shoes!|
We spent a night in Burns, then a few days in Bend (where everyone owns a bicycle and two dogs) then headed into the mountains, passing near Crater Lake. The weather turned wet and cold, and climbing past the 5000' level we ran into snow. Fortunately the road remained clear since it was a balmy 37 degrees, and after we had descended a while we stopped for lunch. There's nothing like the high mountain forest on a foggy, drizzly day - silent except for the running water in the stream and an occasion bird singing.
|Parked for Lunch|
|Our Lunchtime View|
Finally we arrived in Medford where we'd spend a week with motor home repairs and annual maintenance. Although it doesn't compare to New England, the trees here do change colors and provide a fall atmosphere. The Valley of the Rogue State Park was a great place to get into the fall spirit - trees were bright colored and the air had that "autumn is here" smell that makes you think of pumpkin pie.
|Valley of the Rogue State Park|
The explosion of wineries across the west is amazing - it's tough to find any area that's not in a forest that doesn't have a vineyard. The area around Medford is no exception, and we came across this pretty view of vineyards and foothills:
|Coquille River Lighthouse'|