It was on the Oregon Trail
A late night gas stop in Biggs Oregon (it’s not the middle of nowhere, but it does have a fine view of that location) was almost surreal. First, in Oregon there is no self service, attendants must fuel your vehicle. I think the gas-passers must have a strong union in Oregon. Anyway, as we lumbered into the station in our motorhome, we saw the attendant sitting back in a chair that was leaned back against the wall. On a chain next to him was a small long-haired dog. The attendant was probably in... Sign in to see full entry.