Winning

Milkshakes and beer — thats a winning combination. A short way from the California / Oregon border lay the town of Ashland. A vibrant small town with a wonderful assortment of civilization to keep a trail weary traveler occupied for a couple days. 

This is where DaVincis and I trails diverged. We celebrated winning by drinking milkshakes and beer, then he took off. I decided to stick around town and meet up with a girl that piqued my curiosity. That of course is a much longer story which requires further explanation — for another day. 

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I did most of my resupply box shopping for Oregon at this Safeway. I'm not really sure why I took a picture of this trailer. Perhaps I found humor by the fact that I was lugging my life around on my back and having a trailer seemed excessive. I managed to fit everything I needed to survive into a 60L bag and I didn't need a truck to haul it. That "camper" would've just prevented me from camping in the places I got to camp. 

Side Note: There is also a game that I learned that instantly makes any trailer name hilarious — just add "anal" to the title. Pictured above we have the Anal Chalet. 

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I also took an opportunity to drop into Rogue Runners — a trail runner hot spot that sold me these florescent duds. I realized that the stupider you look in nature the more fun you can have. It was also time to make my shorts shorter.

Skies out, Thighs out. 

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Lots of truth in these words. 

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This is some Land Before Time epicness. 

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So grateful for this trail — stepping on loose rocks is the worst. 

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5 star hobo accommodations. 

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