Managed to work myself into a bit of a pickle today. I drove my kids east to meet their grandmother for a little spring break fun. We met at Black Butte Ranch outside of Sisters Oregon. Had a nice walk/chat and enjoyed the view. Then I started driving straight back, ignoring the number of miles over the mountain to a gas station. Number of miles: 45. Miles I made it: 39.5.

I did everything I could to conserve gas over a mountain pass, but no such luck. The truly stressful part was that much of it was out of cell service.

But this is a lovely spot to get stuck and wait for a service vehicle to bring me gas.

Actually, I won’t make you look at the highway road side parking lot, you can look at the trees like I’ve been doing.