Well, I am on my way back from Oregon (I am actually on the plane on my way to Denver as I write this). The trip was interesting. Oregon is a very pretty place; lots of green everywhere. The drive to The Dalles was very scenic. The road follows the Hood river all the way and there were plenty of places to stop and take pictures.
Once I got there, I had some things to drop off with the bride, and it was then that I realized I made the right hotel choice. I’ve always had an aversion to Motel 6 for some reason, and now I know why. At least this particular Motel 6 was very run down. It was hot and muggy inside and wallpaper was peeling in some places. The pool had moss within. I instead stayed at the Super 8 motel, and it was very comfortable. Reasonably priced and very quiet. Though this morning, I think someone opened a techno dance club a few doors down. You didn’t hear it until you got in the hallway, but all you could hear was non-stop pounding dance beats coming from the door. Oh well, they weren’t my neighbors.
The wedding venue was nice and cozy. Not sure what that place is on the off-days, but it worked for what needed to be done. I’m sure Cinny and Jo would have liked a bigger dance floor having spent money on dance lessons (I assume they paid for lessons).
I recorded part of the ceremony, and it was very touching. They each wrote notes to the other, sealed them without reading each other’s notes and then sealed those in a box with two glasses and a bottle of wine. This box was only to be opened during a point of weakness (IE: considering divorce) or on their 10 year anniversary. That was a very nice touch.
This morning, I packed up and headed back to Portland. Reminder to myself, I should listen to my GPS and not my head. Near the airport, there is an exit that says Portland going to the right, and a exit that says Seattle going to the left, but the one going to Seattle had the little airplane on it. I swore that the airport was in Portland, but my GPS was telling me to take the Seattle exit. I didn’t listen to it and ended up having to backtrack.
Another adventure ensued when I went to find gas for my rental car. Firstly, there are no gas stations immediately near the airport. The one I did find was a good 10-15 minutes away. I then had to deal with an interesting Oregon law: you are not allowed to pump your own gas. Only trained personnel are allowed to do so. This service is probably why the gas is 10 cents higher. I did some research on the topic of why this is. Originally it was for safety reasons (did they have a rash of fuel station explosions?). It hasn’t been repealed because it would be unpopular; putting a significant number of people out of work. It would take some getting used to.
Anyways, next time I do this, I’ll be sure to book an extra day. I don’t know what I was thinking. I guess I wanted to get in and out. But this has been a trip of firsts for me
- 1st rental car
- 1st solo out of state wedding
- 1st time to Oregon
- 1st time having someone who wasn’t in the car pumping my gas
It’s good to be home though.