You can't pump your own gas in Oregon. I felt that that would be a public service to say this. The state government felt that automatic services would put a person out of work, so someone pumps your gas. No tipping. At first I thought the employee
was trying to grab my pump. It made me nervous. No one has pumped my gas in years. He even washed the car windows. It was nice. I never did like pumping gas. In Chicago,I often waited until it was the coldest, wettest day of the week to fill my tank. Or so
it seemed. I will remember Oregon for the most exciting drive that I ever had and the nice guy who pumped my gas. I took the day off here in Utah and stayed at the motel for a second night. Noodle got to take some beautiful walks with green grass and a side
walk. I had a little difficulty with the side walk. he has become accustomed to walking the length of his leash on a semi country road. He found it hard to stay on a straight course. But he loved the grass. So many messages to catch up with. Onward to Wyoming.