Our time in Oregon had come to an end. The return drive was shorter than our drive there as we were taking I-5 home, but it was still about a 12 hour drive (not to mention my dad drives slow). Also there would be no brewery stop to break up the time 🙁
The next day we were going to meet one of my cousins in Medford Oregon for dinner. Although I was not involved much in the planning of the overall trip to Oregon, I did what I always do when going somewhere, investigate the area a bit. One may describe it as tearing through every tourist information website and blog I can find… but I call it investigating.
I had found that there were several wineries in the area, especially in the Applegate Valley. I did not want to push my luck with my dad and ask for a brewery stop at Deschutes and then stop at a bunch of wineries so I never mentioned the wineries. Once it was announced that we were driving to Medford I looked at my aunt and whispered “can we stop at some wineries”. I couldn’t help myself, I love wine!
The next morning Meg and I headed to Burbank to take a tour of the Warner Brothers Studios. This was my first studio tour and I guess I had expected big things… like maybe we would be graced with Ellen riding by on her bike (because apparently she does that).
In the morning Meg and I drove up to Los Angeles to the California Science Center. As a fan of the Olympics and NASA I could take care of two of these loves at once. The memorial coliseum nearby the science center housed the 1932 Olympics.
I thought Disneyland would be an easy task as it was January, although a weekend, I felt that there would not be a lot of people – it is after all the middle of winter. Turns out I was wrong, it was Martin Luther King Jr weekend and it was packed. We waited longer in line to get in to the parking lot and then into the ticket window than we did in any line inside (thankfully!)
I still remember vividly the day my friend, Meg, told me she was quitting her job at the company we both worked for and she was moving to “California”. My response “Northern?”. She said no and my excitement dwindled. None the less I still promised I would visit her and for some reason when I tell someone something I feel the need to do it.