Today has been hot, too hot for a convertible really but we're determined to enjoy the sun and the car. Managed a break near Eugene (me neither) in the middle of seemingly nowhere.
After Eugene the landscape took a turn for the better as we hit the mountains.
Spectacular scenery, giant trucks, sweeping roads, hot sun and cheesy rock music. Perfect. We hit GP at about 3.30, thoroughly cooked and pink. Luckily the Super 8 Motel has a pool.
A quick jaunt out into the bondue looking for an outdoor activity centre lead us to someone's house at the end of a dirt track. After standing at the gate and shouting hello a very nice young man came out, took our money for a white-water rafting trip, offered us beer and was throughly hospitable. We chatted amiably to him and his lovely wife before heading into town for dinner - only to find Grants Pass shuts at 9pm.
Tomorrow, the Rogue River and hopefully Grants Pass will offer up something more exciting than clam chowder and an early night.
