Handsome Adam gave us a week head-start,
and then arrived in Grants Pass ready for serious hangout time.
He knew no one was going to try and visit us our first week here,
and so showing up on day 8 was a safe bet for First Place.
Adam is a damn good house guest.
He's up for whatever,
down for anything,
and does dishes till you tattoo his hands.
He helped us explore and get acquainted with our new surroundings since pretty much everything was new to us.
He's like the Lewis and Clark of houseguests,
scoping it out and paving the trail for future visitors.
If you come and stay with us here
(and don't run out of gas in an unpaved national park),
you'll owe Handsome Adam a thank you.
Here he is in a treehouse we found by accident.
We did some drives and hikes through Grants Pass and the rest of Southern Oregon,
the redwoods, and all the way to the California coast.
If Minnesota is the land of lakes,
Oregon has to be the state of rivers.
So many.
Nothing ever gets a chance to dry out,
so moss just grows on everything.
Telephone poles, highways, roofs,
everything just gets sexier with a little moss.
Sometimes it's the only color around.
On the day we drove to Crescent City, CA,
we bumped into Battery Point Lighthouse at the perfect time.
Apparently there's a second lighthouse in that town,
(two in one town?! c'mon...)
so I'll be headed back there next week when the new guests arrive.
It was a bummer seeing him off this morning,
but he threatens to come back again before we leave in April.
Awesome.
Quality and quantity.
Handsome Adam knows what's up.
