After church on Sunday of Labor Day weekend we drove with Brian's parents to Bend, Oregon, which is smack dab in the center of the state. It's in what's known as the 'high desert' and people there are all sorts of outdoorsy. Think Moab meets Great Northwest.
And here is a picture of a minute portion of the lava field. Let me just tell you, the old 'run to higher ground' thing wouldn't have worked for you here. Pretty sure you would have been a goner. A crispy little goner.That night we stayed in a hotel where we played cards and drank whiskey. Ok, ok. But we really did play cards. And dad won. As usual.
***Correction: Brian informs me it was HE who won, and not dad. Silly me.***
The next day, Labor Day, Brian's parents left early for the 14 hour drive back to Utah. Brian and I had planned on renting a car to take us back to the town we live in, 3 hours away. We had called a rental place on Sunday before we left, and they had told us they would be open on Monday aka Labor Day, and we would be able to rent a car. So, being smart, planning people, we stayed in a hotel right across the street from the car rental joint. Monday aka Labor Day morning, while I was still asleep, Brian walked across the street to rent our car. And they were closed. Apparently the person he had spoken with the day before HAD been drinking whiskey, and lots of it. Not only were THEY closed, but so was every other car rental place in Bend.
Brian returned to our room, where I was still sleeping, and ever so quietly and desperately tried to solve the problem before I woke up. He didn't want me to worry, you see, because that's just the kind of guy he is. Later he would say he seriously considered renting a U-Haul truck to drive home in.
When I woke up, Brian calmly informed me that we had no way of getting home. I must have acknowledged him and then in a sleepy stupor, stumbled to the bathroom and got in the shower. It wasn't until after I turned on the water that I realized that we were stranded in this hotel room, and the toilet wouldn't even flush. My heart started to pound, and I began sputtering out ideas. We could take a cab, no, too expensive. A greyhound? Weird. Walk? No, too far. Helicopter? ...
Eventually though, we did find a way to get home (and to the High Desert Museum), and this is how we did it.
Step #1: We took a cab from our hotel to another hotel across town, where a shuttle picks people up. Cab fare: $15.00
Step #2: Took shuttle from pickup location in Bend to the Redmond Airport. Shuttle fare for two: $25.00
Step #3: Rent car from Redmond airport, the only place within one hundred miles where you can rent a car. Feel sorry for yourself and cry a little in the tiny airport foyer while rich people who wear loafers with no socks stare at you. Rental Car fees: $50.00
Step #4: Return to Bend in rental car two hours and ninety dollars later and spend the rest of the day as planned, in the High Desert Museum.
I can definitely say that the High Desert Museum was well worth all the hassle it took to get there. First, they had fish, which are RAD.
Second, they had owls. Real ones. And they were ALIVE.I heart you, owls. I heart you a whole lot.
After the museum, we returned home in our most superb rental, and thus ended our Labor Day weekend of cheap hotels, cabs, and whiskey.