Egg #1-Roseburg

When I (Bethany) was growing up, my dad helped us measure how far we'd gone on family trips by having us count the number of "eggs" we cracked along the way. Main cities were "eggs" so we had to be on the lookout for certain cities as we drove. (We also measured time by the number of Ramblin' Rod shows that we'd driven/that we had left).
Our actual first egg was lunch in Harrisburg with the wonderful Bowers clan. They are always hospitable and feed those who come so very well.  Our first over-night egg of our road-trip is here in Roseburg, where Becca grew up, at her parents house. Currently our brains are both still out of commission from the end of the school year so its nice to have some down time in the hospitable and scenic Couch homestead at the outset of our adventure. More elaborations and explanations will come tomorrow when we are more articulate.

                                          We will take a picture of all our gear later. :)

                                                           With Nick and Donna

                                           And Dana. Closing your eyes is a Taft thing.

                                      With Dana and Brittany Bowers after a yummy lunch.