Day 47: The Ranch

As I mentioned before, we have met some interesting people here in Oregon (many of which are not from Oregon, not even from the US!) One man hit it off with Glenn instantly when he came in to register. In fact that afternoon Glenn "rented" him our car for the afternoon because all he had was the RV and he needed to run into Medford to the Office Depot for something for his computer because evidently his computer is not compatible with the US wi-fi we have at this park. He and his family are from England. Long story short, when they left our park (before I even came to work here, he had rented a ranch since they plan to be in the states for 6 months or so doing some business. Well, they moved in last week so invited us for dinner tonight.

This is Andy and his wife, Leslie in the kitchen. (She'd kill me if she knew I posted this on our Blog) I wish we would have gotten more pictures of the house, it is gorgeous, even without much furniture

And this is Ashleigh. She is a spit-fire, 6 year old, red-head or "ginger nut" as her dad calls her because of her red hair.The ranch they rented came complete with a barn, pool and pool house (which Ashleigh wants us to move into, LOL),6 chickens and horses. Well, actually, the horses belong to the landlord, all except this stallion. According to Ashleigh, he isn't broken yet.

They had to separate him from the ladies, if you know what I mean. But as most macho men will do at times, he hurt his legs trying to get out of his pen and across the ranch to the fillies which belong to the landlord. There is a couple of landmarks here in the valley that still captivate Glenn and I. One is Table Rock (which is pictured below at sunset. We saw it on the way home tonight) and the other is Mt. McLaughlin. As we were walking around the back of the ranch we saw this beautiful view of Mt. McLaughlin.

If you look closely to the mid-left, the snow forms an angel. Leslie told me that legend has it that when the angel appears on that mountain the salmon are running in the streams, when she is gone, so are the salmon.

This is Steve, who lives in the lot diagonal to ours. He and Glenn helped Andy one evening after they moved in with something. The three of them are something when they are together! Leslie and I decided that they are 3 of a kind!

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It was a wonderful evening. She had cooked roast with potatoes, carrots, broccoli and cauliflower (all cooked separately, not together as we do in southern USA) and Yorkshire pudding, all with gravy. They poured gravy over everything. I have to admit, once I poured it over the cauliflower, it tasted much better, I do not like cauliflower. But I could not eat the Yorkshire pudding. That texture was not for me. I love quiche, but couldn't do Yorkshire pudding.

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But the company was great and the conversation a mix between riotously hilarious and historically entertaining. We learned alot about their culture and them about ours. We spent much of the afternoon comparing the meanings of various words. We all speak English but with different dialects, slang and connotations of similar words.

Table Rock at sunset on June 25, 2008. A very nice ending to a relaxing evening with new friends.