Had a lovely drive home.  Paused near the summit so Roxie could play in the snow.  Stopped off in Ashland to see My Fair Lady, but I mixed up the schedule and saw King Lear, not a favorite of this old lit major.  The only line I can ever remember is “How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is to have a thankless child.” That’s a bit too ironic for me.  And this production was done in modern dress.  Silly, I thought, to have Lear come in from hunting, dressed in gear from Cabela’s, and plop down in his Lazy Boy, pick up the remote, and start watching a soccer match!  Ah well, I suppose these innovations keep the director from dying of boredom.

Up-graded to the Bard’s Inn for the night.

Roxie definitely thinks the beds here are superior to those at the Motel 6.  They gave her a doggie bag filled with, well, bags, a special cover for the bed, and some treats.

I really liked this faucet.  It made such a lovely babbling sound.

I do love babbling sounds, and went for a nice walk along the creek before we packed up to drive home.

Then spotted this tiny  little guy in a shop window and couldn’t resist bringing him home for the garden.  A perfect memento of Ashland, the Gnomes of Oakland, and my magic birthday road trip.