Although Sandy thought she had plenty of gas as we start north out of Redmond, at 10 miles/gallon it didn't last long and it turns out that there are NO gas stations on Hwy 97 in the down-at-the-heels towns of Wilowdale, Shaniko, or Kent. When we arrived in Grass Valley, the only gas station was closed and Sandy was running on fumes. Brian, the local sheriff offered to follow us north to Moro where there was a AAA tow company who might be able to give us some gas. However, after Sandy had taken off in a cloud of dust, the sheriff saw the woman who worked in the gas station bringing home her groceries and she agreed to fill us up. Mike oh so helpfully suggest that the cop chase Sandy down with lights, siren, loud speaker, and guns blazing if necessary to bring her back. As it turns out, Brian did have to chase her for at least a mile before she saw his lights and stopped. These were such nice people to go to so much trouble to help us out!
The rest of the trip to the Columbia River was kind of stressful because the road was narrow and hilly, it was very windy, and a crazy trucker tried to shove Sandy off the road and then tail-gated Mike all the way to Biggs. We stopped there for dinner (and to escape the truck) and then crossed into Washington.
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