It took us a little over five hours to drive to Ashland for the Shakespeare Festival. It seems that most of our lives is just off of I-5. Driving north is much more pleasant than south; Mount Shasta was particularly beautiful covered with ice and the top lost in the clouds. Along the way we stopped at In-N-Out Burger as we often do on long drives. We saw the sign on the freeway but when we got off we weren't sure exactly where it was. We never would have found it except for the GPS and its little British woman's voice. Jennifer has often been annoyed at her but now was grateful.
In the picture you can see a young woman slicing potatoes in a scary machine. We had just been talking about how Rahm Emanuel lost a finger working at an Arby's; if he had been using this potato machine he might have lost his whole hand.
That night we met the Crawfords in an Italian restaurant and then saw Henry VIII at the Elizabethan theatre. It rained; fortunately, we were under the balcony. I felt really sorry for the actors getting cold and wet. And not a very good play, either!
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