Motel 6 Eugene South - Springfield
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After three months of planning it was time for our adventure to begin! Our son, Jeffrey, accompanied us to the historic Amtrak station in Eugene, Oregon so he could drive our car home. The sixty-one mile drive east helped distance us from duties and responsibilities at home. With each mile I felt a little more stress flow out of my body. After hugging us goodbye, Jeffrey drove away, and we had a few minutes ...
... Delicious oatmeal this morning, with sultanas, crumbly crystal honey and brown sugar. Mmmmmme Eugene, you treat me so good.
We had the bikes again today, so we rode into town to check out the 5th street market, only to be disappointed. It is not at all a market, but more an up market shopping mall/courtyard thing. I bought some fancy chocolates for a couple of dollars. Then we ventured back to the river so Seb could see the wonders that I saw yesterday. We ...
It was a beautiful sunny day and the water was sparkling but very cold. The trip was just over 2 hours and there were some very calm spots interrupted by some rapids which provided the fun! Bill was very experienced and caught most of the currents. The other four had paddles while Fletcher and I bludged. Occasionally the call came to paddle forward and they responded with gusto. This was not all that often surprisingly. ...
... a delicious Thai dinner. We had lots of good laughs and I filled them in on my travel itinerary. They are not old enough to be my parents but they are certainly LIKE a second set of parents to me, and Halie is like my sister. She had just left for her tour a few days earlier (luckily she and I had lunch the week before). If you don't already know, Halie is a phenomenal singer and a very ...
tourist and panhandlers and cyclist and together they make this town
of inclines and constant chill more beguiling.
Inspired by this beautiful surrounding minus the spilling fog, I suggested we
walk at the Wharf. I would like to stroll the grounds,
and see the sea gulls and seals.
The sounds of horns interrupts me. It yanks me back to the reality
of being here, the art of ...