We picked blackberries on Sauvie Thursday afternoon and came home with a few gallons. They are delicious, but I have many thorn injuries.

Oh! Why didn’t I think of that?

Talk about getting your ducks in a row!

I think you’re right. My guess, though I’m no lip reader, is “Moo”.

The big 0ne on the left looks like she had something he wanted to say

I’m one of those “Time to fill up as soon as it dips below half a tank” kind of people. The few times I’ve been traveling and ended up in one of those close to E situations, it was very unsettling. Come to think of it, it’s the same with recharging the various devices.
Thanks for sharing your Canadian trip. The photos and scenery were just spectacular. Such a beautiful area.

This is really true. One of our strongest driving memories is from nearly 20 years ago, driving home from a bike tour of the Northern California coast. We had about forty miles to cover then on a nearly empty tank before the next station. I put the car into neutral at the top of every hill, and prayed a lot. We were reminiscing over that day on this drive.

Thanks for pointing that out. It’s just the sort of place we were hoping to find a few days earlier but unfortunately it was Sunday and they were closed.

Definitely not oysters. We’re about 150 miles inland here, and oysters require brackish water. My guess is these are likings of a former wharf. I wonder about the tank myself but can’t find anything about it.

So do I. It tickled me on a ride from Radium a few weeks back when I waved at an engineer and elicited a toot from one. I was sorry Rachael didn’t catch it on video.

You’re right about their appearance, but we’re lucky to have them around as a clean-up crew. I thank them for their service.

"We stopped for a snack break in Pendleton, at the excellent Buckin Bean, a coffee & pastry shop with excellent eats and a lot of character that’s just the sort of place we were hoping to find in Baker City two days earlier. We’ll have to remember this place if we’re back through Pendleton some day."

One of my favorite stops last year, because of the delightful couple I spent over an hour chatting with (Tiffany and Ray, https://www.cycleblaze.com/journals/rejuvenation/0708-halfway/), was the Coffee Corral Roasters in Baker City. You could do far worse than enjoy a cup of their dark roast and a chocolate chocolate chip muffin.

"I look at the gas gauge and wonder if there’s any risk of running out of fuel before we make Baker City. "

About 40 years ago, the outdoor columnist / humor writer Patrick McManus published collections of his columns in book form ("A Fine and Pleasant Misery", "They Shoot Canoes, Don't They?" and possibly others). One column had to do with running out of gas, and asserted that the only thing more exciting and riveting than actually doing so is being acutely aware that your supply is low and *almost* running out. Nothing catches and holds your attention in quite so riveting a way as a gas gauge that hovers near and moves inexorably toward that ominous "E" marker.

The advent of the Low Fuel Warning light, and its associated estimate of remaining range, has really eroded the effect and drama.

Before reading the caption my immediate reaction was "Don't forget to take those glasses with you!" ;-)

Call me gullible: I never knew there were so many varieties of gull.