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.
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.
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.
Lots of truth in these words.
This is some Land Before Time epicness.
So grateful for this trail — stepping on loose rocks is the worst.
5 star hobo accommodations.