After meeting in Cottage Grove to hand-off a dog yesterday, we took a leisurely trip home, enjoying some back roads and fall colors, and escaping the fog and smoke at home. No, I don't understand the wisdom of allowing slash-burning on a day when the air is already stagnant (the usual state in November). Tom drove while I managed to get quite a bit of knitting accomplished.
We stopped for a belated birthday brunch at Tolly's in Oakland. We were alone in the dining area when we first arrived, and were led to a cozy table for two by the fireplace.
These pictures are from the "Colliding Rivers Viewpoint" in Glide, east of Roseburg. Two forks of the Umpqua meet here. It's not an exceptionally exciting collision at the moment, but in the floods of 1964 the water level was 5 feet over the point where we were standing. There was a sign to tell us.
