Shakespeare…Weed…Peace

We then continue to hang out with our friend William. Shakespeare in Ashland, that is. We’d already found this particular letterbox years ago but the stamp had since been replanted and we just HAD to have the new incredible image for our journal—so we set out to retrace our steps, sans clues, to this letterbox—dodging mega-raindrops along the way. Sated but drenched, once we add this stamp to our journal, we continue South—this time aiming for Weed. Weed, being that grand city in the North—the very one that we’d avoided some couple hundred times we’d previously passed through (quite quickly, I might add) in the area. In fact the closest we’d ever gotten to Weed previously was that one trip when I attempted 700 miles in a day and simply just had to pull over for a nap—that’s when I found the Weed Airport! This time we’re in Weed in search of peace. We blaze through the college town and a dozen miles beyond and soon find ourselves asking Why? We eventually find Pax and tranquility in one of the most unique settings we’d ever before experienced. This time, we’re dodging giant snowflakes every step along the way. Nothing like finding peace in the undisturbed snow amidst the shadows of heroes!!!