||The reason we went to Medford, in southern Oregon, was
to get an RV Tow Body on our new truck. The Ford F-450 and F-550
series is only sold without a pickup bed. The invoice states "incomplete
truck"; (you'd think for the money you could get a "complete" truck).
Here is a picture of our truck in Highway Products fabrication shop and
our new tow body in the background. Mitch and Max enjoyed touring
We saw their computer controlled milling machine,
a large aluminum shear that cuts quarter inch sheets of aluminum.
We watched it break and bend the sheets, saw their welding operation and
Mitch and Max, as well as Mom and Dad, really like the
side steps. We don't have to jump to get in and out of the truck
Harry and David - Mail Order Fruits and Gifts
a really fun (and delicious place to go)
|We took a tour of the Harry and David processing plant.
It was the best tour yet measured by how much we could see of the actual
way the factory worked. There is a two story building and the tour
goes right into the heart of the operation.
Do you know about Harry and David? They were
very creative men that owned pear orchards. To survive the depression
they found new, innovative ways to market their produce. They were
the first to use mail order for food products.
Here the pears are traveling down the conveyor belt.
They are weighed and then dropped into one of many shoots.
Here you can see the round bins that the weighed
pears end up in. Next, the pears are put into molded holders.
If a pear is not just the right shape to fit the holder it is rejected.
This results in a box full of pears that are the same weight, size and
shape. From here the boxes are decorated and wrapped.
Here they are hand-rolling a cinnamon roll and then it's
off to the ovens.
Hey Tom, check out this bread operation.
|| And then there are the chocolate-covered raspberry
truffles. We could smell the chocolate right through the glass viewing
This is a great tour, a must-see if you are in the Medford
|At the end of the tour were some delicious samples.
Of course, the samples just got us warmed up before the factory's bus took
us back to the Harry and David gift shop. We bought a box of Comice
Pears; sweet, wonderful pears that are grown mainly in the Rogue Valley
of Oregon. Max called these pears "canned pears" because they are
so sweet and tasty that they taste like sweetened canned pears.
Now this is a Jack-O-Lantern.
CRATER LAKE NATIONAL
Crater Lake is less than 100 miles from Medford, Oregon.
The view here speaks for itself. This is the deepest lake in North
Here the river comes out of the tubes.
|| Driving back to Medford, we stopped to look at
a place where the fast moving Rogue River goes into a lava tube, then under
ground for many yards and then comes back in view at the end of the tube.
Much of the river flows though old lava tubes but most of the tubes have
collapsed and are no longer covered by the half-circle of rock on the top.
|| We also stopped to take a look at the leakiest
water pipe we've ever seen. This is a three to four foot diameter
wooden pipe that is held together by metal straps. Another spot we
saw further down was spewing twice as much water as this spot. I
was surprised that it didn't just burst open. While researching
what this pipe is used for, we found out that it is an active water system
for a very small near-by community.
|Back at the trailer that evening we asked the boys what
part of the day they liked the best and the leaky pipe was the unanimous
We also stopped on the way home to watch the operations
at a nearby veneer plant. The logging trucks were being unloaded,
the logs were graded, and then the logs were stacked in some enormous piles.
This loader was capable of lifting an entire truckload of logs with ease.
One morning I was sitting in the trailer going through
some e-mail The sun was not quite up yet and I started to reply to
a note from a dear friend. I decided to put it off until later so
clicked the X in the upper right hand corner. I got quite a kick
out of the next question I was asked.
As I sat looking out of the window of our trailer contemplating
that "the meaning of life had been modified" and whether I should save
the changes, I decided to send a description of my morning to my friend.
Compared to my old desk job, I would have to click the yes button on this
one. Here's the description of the morning that I wrote:
We are in southern Oregon this morning ten miles northeast
We are in a large grove of small oak trees.
There are trees everywhere.
They are not large trees, six to eighteen inches in diameter
The mornings are crisp, the afternoons are warm
Some leaves have fallen so the fall colors blend from
the sky to the ground.
The tree tops slice through the clear blue of the sky.
The trunks cut the colors of the surrounding hills.
Nothing dominates my view, just a total blend of color.
As the sun breaks over the hills, it brightens up the
yellows and greens upon the sky blue above.
Then it blends to flatter colors mixed with the browns,
grays and dark greens
of the tree trunks, mosses and fallen leaves below.
The trees slice the sun like a loaf of bread.
The long morning shadows add many pastel colors.
There are acorns everywhere, they fall breaking the silence
of the morning.
Big gray squirrels hurry about rustling in the leave
as they collect the acorns.
It is calm, fall is here.
The summertime tourists have returned to the cities.
The trees are patient, the long winter is coming.
A robin has just landed outside on my window
She hops along slowly, and turns her head to listen and
look for worms.
The meaning of life has been modified. Would you
want to save the changes?
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