Coast to Coast: Day 34: Eagle Point to Gold Hill

Today we just took a scenic drive from Medford down Highway 62. We stopped in Eagle Point. It is a quaint little town. In fact a couple people from the park who have jobs in Medford or Grants Pass told us that if their jobs became permanent they would move to Eagle Point. I can see why. We stopped at the Post Office to mail some things and it seems the young mail clerk knew everyone by first name, and asked about their job or the family or whatever. Nice small town feel.

We went to Eagle Point because I'd gotten a flier about the Butte Creek Mill. (Pronounced byoot and according to dictionary.com means, "an isolated hill or mountain rising abruptly above the surrounding land.")

This is the Butte Creek Mill and Country Store.

Signing the guest registry.

We learned that the mill was built in 1872 so farmers could bring their grain to be ground. The miller kept one bag as payment. The Klamath Indians brought berries and leather goods to trade for the flour. It is still a mill and a store that sells grains and other local food products such as pastas, wines and candies.

Downstairs you could hear the river under the building but could not get to the actual wheel in the water, just this one hanging on the wall of what looked like a dining room.

The downstairs is also where they stored alot of other items.

Outside you could walk down near the water.

They also had part of a covered wagon.

Down the street was the Antelope Creek covered bridge. You can walk across it now, not drive.

We took Highway 234 into Gold Hill. Along the way there were a couple of picnic & river access areas, so we pulled into one to walk down to the Rogue River.

Glenn went to the little boys room while I walked on down to the river. I jumped out of my skin and almost dropped the camera in the river when I heard something fall from the tree. After the second time I realized it was Glenn throwing rocks to scare me.

Great picture of Glenn, huh?