Elite travelers like us enjoy a classy breakfast on the balcony overlooking the lobby at the Ashland Springs. Linda had doubles!

If I were to pick a nit it would be over their elevator policy. 

We lost a lot of time waiting for three other people to arrive. It makes no sense to me, but rules are rules.

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When is an inch a foot? When it’s ajar! No, hold on — when it’s snow! We heard an inch of rain would be falling on Owl Chatter headquarters in Jersey and learned that if it were snow the equivalent would be 13 inches! Yikes!

Joke I just made up: What does a snowman have for breakfast? Answer: Frosted flakes! (I asked Caity, and she got it right away.)

And there’s the horrifying story of the Donner snowmen who got lost and in desperation ate each other’s noses!

We drove by a storage facility called “As You Store It.” (Ashland is known for its Summer Shakespeare festival.)

We shot up to Medford (10 mi) and hung out in the library a bit reading the NYT. Then we saw The Boy and the Heron, which totally confused us. I was lost from the word go but it was beautiful, visually. How it earned 97% from Rotten Tomatoes and won a Golden Globe is a mystery. Severe grade inflation.

For dinner, the pub we heard about from our nieces was closed: The Black Sheep, but excellent pizza with a local beer was a great stand-in. (Burp!)

Here are samples of the art that adorns The Ashland Springs Hotel. First our bathroom, then the elevator.

Gotta leave for Corvallis soon. Will miss this place. Yikes, it’s snowy out! Hope we make it, kinahora.

I’ll let you know.