I took a trip down to Ashland, OR to hang out with cousin Phil.  He needed some help moving and I figured, why not.  I needed a break from the hustle and bustle of Portland anyway.  While I worked away on my normal work, he kept mentioning getting a burger.  Since I’m trying to go no carb, it made perfect sense.

 

 

We took the 71 Ford.  the 71 Ford has a 390 engine that wants to scream down the road.  The sound of the engine purring and the wind in the cab were a perfect combination of sensory delight.  The weather was nice and sunny, the smoke had cleared from the recent fires, allowing us to really enjoy the back roads of the Rouge Valley.  We took the long way. It seemed to be exactly the amount of time I needed to work up an appetite and ponder the hidden roads of my thoughts as well.

It is in moments like these that I can relax the brain a little, enjoy the moments and evaluate all of things that distract my moments of peace.  It is these moments driving along, that I can question what is really important in my life and what is sucking the soul out of my existence. I certainly have some distractions and some are worth it, some just seem like empty verbs.  What makes me happy, or better, where do I make happiness happen.  Where do I find sadness, anger, and the emotions that make us human as well.

As I watch the scenery unfold around each bend, I realize that I make the choices that led me to here.  I choose to be exactly where I am.  I realize it’s time to unload the pile of crap that is currently weighing me down, physically, emotionally, or financially.  The no carb route is a great example of choosing to let go of things that physically weigh me down.  It’s time to let go of the stuff.

As I eat my emotions in the form of a cheeseburger, fries, and a light beer (I’m no quitter), I speak with Phil about trucks, life, parenting, moving, and the stresses of love and life.  We finish our food, and hop in the truck to our next moment of attempted clarity.  The old Ford is a time machine of memories, adventures, and emotions. The wind slowly clears our head and we forget again.

Touvelle Lodge is located in Central Point, OR.  They are prepared for live bands, and apparently have quite the motorcycle clientele on nice weather weekends.  They offer cold beer, warm food, and plenty of options for indoor or outdoor seating.

Fries were perfection.  Hand cut, lightly fried.  Burger was great, not over the top. Coors Light was cold and tasteless, just like I like.
If you find yourself in that neck of the woods, I highly suggest stopping in and enjoying the locals, the food, and the beer.

Touvelle Lodge Facebook
9367 Table Rock Rd
Central Point, Oregon 97502