Green Springs Inn
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- Free High-Speed Internet
- Wheelchair accessibility
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... and fields, as well as many wineries. We stopped at two: Schmidt Family Vineyards and Troon Winery. The former also had lovely gardens and at the second we got a recommendation for an excellent restaurant in Medford for dinner. One of the wines we tasted was at the Troon Vineyards: "Druids Fluid," a blend of zin and shiraz, very ...
... a few hours prior while I was getting ready for the train departure. I even remember feeling hints of a cold coming on while over there, but I just ignored it and kept strong. Delayed in Chicago for 5 hours. I'm so ready to be home. Mom and dad are picking me up in Portland and I think they have a bed made in the back for me. Can't wait! I made it to PDX. I'm dead. I'm happy I'm in Oregon. Now for the 5 hour drive. ...
... perceived and possible “line of fire” in this country when hauling up naughty motorists) and we sat like that for a minute or so. Us huddled in Jambo, the cop behind staying in his cruiser. Eventually he gets out and naturally comes to the left front window of Jambo whereupon Diana winds down her window. He politely introduces himself to her as Deputy Sheriff whatever and looking at Diana not me asks for her Drivers Licence and Vehicle Registration. She looks across at ...
... here a few times before, and each time it has climbed “upscale” a notch or two, to the point where it is now a mecca for wine lovers, with vineyards and tasting galleries spotted around. It was early, so the shops and galleries were still closed, but it was a peaceful time for a morning coffee.
On the way in to Ashland we detoured south to book into the Glenyan Campground where we have stayed a few times before. A lovely little ...
... saw me more than once observing her predicament, watching them and smiling as she spun by, but unable to rescue due to my left foot (I don't even have two left feet - just one).
Later that evening, she came right up to me, took my hands, and next thing I knew we were dancing. Perhaps she was trying to escape stupid hat man, or perhaps she just wanted a dance with a handsome stranger (I'll keep telling myself this). "I just want to dance for ...