Everyone always talks about how gorgeous Ashland is. We made what was meant to be a quick pit-stop. We took what appeared to be a main street, and headed back towards the highway. After crossing over the highway, then going under it, and still finding ourselves in the middle of some farm country, we grew irritated with Ashland. Our quick stop turned into a 30 minute detour…maybe more. On the way home we found ourselves in Central Point, OR as the sun faded. Our options for dining (or drinking, I should say), lead us to Medford, and Medford was lacking, so we headed to Ashland…with much apprehension.
All in all though, Ashland was a great stay. A tiny town that reminds me of Prescott, with two great breweries and a cute little gelato cafe that serves Stumptown. It snowed, and iced while we were there, which always makes for great times while under the influence (see: snowchair).