The last piece to the southern Oregon puzzle was until recently Jackson County. I finally crossed something off my list that any semi-educated Oregonian should attend: Oregon Shakespeare Festival.
Oregon Shakespeare Festival is celebrating it's 75th year, so it's newness is not an acceptable excuse. It's mostly been the drive and laziness. Of course, having kids make it difficult to a degree. They are old enough now, but now eating out for five and hotel costs make it a challenge.
The in-laws took the kids, so I seized on the chance to get down there. Planning was a lesson in Ashland's high cost of living. Your vanilla hotel is well north of 100 bucks and expect to shell out at least another 100 for Shakespeare tickets.
We managed to find a budget motel with character that allowed pets. Our dog got to come to Ashland, which is a challenge at times. The weather was mild (no rain either) so the dog could hang out in the car for short stints of eating and watching the play. Walking around, we appreciated the nooks and alleys in the city center, although the dog was not allowed in much of it.
The play! The play was Twelfth Night, a comedy, that was great. We saw it in the Elizabethan outdoor theatre (a replica of a 1600's London jobber). If you were late, you were shut out until intermission, and if you were late coming back from the restroom you didn't see how it ends. It was still funny all these years later. I was unfamiliar with the plot until we arrived, but I imagined the wordplay could be elusive to an amateur reader. The comedy was the timing of phrases, double-entendre, and plays on words.
Visiting Ashland for a play was a first, surely not the last.
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