Whoa, outta touch...

We've been in Ashland, Oregon since Saturday, June 25th, and just got back tonight around 9:30. We took my husband's mother down to the Oregon Shakespeare Festival, and saw a raft of wonderful performances. First night was G. B. Shaw's "The Philanderer." Very mannered and witty. Next night was a classic silly old thing, "Room Service." Rather slow-paced farce, but ultimately amusing. Third play, Shakespeare's "Richard III." Probably the best of the week's entertainments, although Christopher Marlowe's "Dr. Faustus" was a close second. We lucked into a reading of Marlowe's long poem "Hero and Leander" when we attended a morning lecture. August Wilson's "Ma Rainey's Black Bottom" was moving. I saw "Napoli Milionaria" while dear husband and his mom attended "Twelfth Night."
It was fabulously summery down in southern Oregon, weather eventually in the low 80's, with cool nights. We got out on a few short hikes, not as many longer ones due to the play schedule, but as always, the trails were fine and the scenery wonderful; profusions of wildflowers, as they'd had a wet spring. Hard to go home, now there are mountains of laundry to replace the ones I hiked...