September 3, 2020
Six-and-a-half months into COVID, we found ourselves desperate for another trip. We settled on a relatively short round-trip flight to Medford, Oregon, a city of about 83,000 people located 27 miles north of the California border and about 230 miles south of Salem, Oregon's capital city. Bob planned out a basically circular route with a few detours. Almost all of it was in less populated areas, far from the COVID epicenters during that time.
We flew out of the Palm Springs Airport, a first for us even though it is only 40 miles from our home. It is a very small but very nice little airport with a definite Palm Springs personality, including a tribute to Sonny Bono, who was mayor there from 1988-1992 and then a member of the U.S. House of Representatives for California's 44th District from 1995 until his death in a skiing accident in 1998.
As you can see, there weren't many people in the airport.
We took every precaution we could think of to protect ourselves from COVID, this being our first flight since the March 2020 outbreak. Once we got to our seats, we added face shields to our gear.
We had a short stop in San Francisco, and then landed in Medford, Oregon, at 12:27 PM, where we picked up a car and headed for the coast. From Medford, we started on a more or less clockwise circle of driving that dipped into Northern California at Crescent City, from which point we headed north up the coast.
Somewhere near the Oregon border (I am pretty sure it was the Oregon side), I saw Sasquatch out in the middle of a field. I made Bob pull over so I could take a picture. I mean, how often do you get to take a picture of Sasquatch, much less one of him wearing a COVID face mask and standing in a field of . . .
MARIJUANA? Yes indeed, I do believe those are healthy, thriving, marijuana plants. No wonder Sasquatch is guarding the field.