High Way 20 Ride

Words can not even describe our highway 20 ride.

Krista, Melissa, Caitlin, Jen, Madeline, and myself packed up Caitlin's Acura (with no name) around 9:45 am Saturday Morning.  Headed to Qdoba for some breakfast burritos for the daring two, but Krista, Caitlin, and I stuck with safeway breakfast which consisted of: donnetts, an M&M cookie, and potato soup.  With substantal stomaches the six of us headed on our way.  The first hour  of the ride was uneventful, I got to ride shot gun, which allowed me to be the DJ, which allowed me to play great Music and be in control of the state of the car.  I loved both.  We estimated arriving at the BBR (black butte ranch) at around 12, maybe 12 30 with some shakey weather. We ended up in Sweet Home Oregon about an hour into the trip.  Where the sky wasn't so blue, but it was where we stopped at safeway...AGAIN. Purchased was two sandwiches, chicken noodle soup (potato was not available in this part of Oregon) and chicken salad which was tasted, then littered in the parking lot (I apologize), and spinach dip (which was apparently good).  We past Le Shawb tires and admired thoose buying chains, but had faith in Caitlin's Acura (no name) to get the job done.  Thirty minutes into the voyage from Sweet Home to BBR.  Caitlin native Californian, got a little nervous of the "black ice" that fellow passengers non chaulently warned us about.  Krista took over the wheel.  Krista grew up going to canyon parties in the snow, so we figured she would know what she was doing.  I was promoted to backseat, but don't worry Madeline rode in the way back the entire time.  Sucks.  Then we decided to offroad Caitlin's Acura (no name) to where we thought we were going.  We had faith in Map Quest, and Eric Kulling's directions, which wouldn't have been farther from wrong.  Literally SO FAR from right.   Almost hitting a tree, driving in the opposite direction, and getting a tour of forest fires in Sisters, Oregon we made the connection that something just was not right.  Being the responsible individual that I am.  I called the local police station.  This is how the conversation went:

Casey:  "this is not an emergency, and I know I probably shouldn't be calling you"
Officer: "um yes mam, how can I help you."
Casey: "so we are trying to get to a gas station, because we don't have gas and we are in the middle of no where"
Officer: "do you know where you are?"
Casey: "no I do not, but don't you have GPS so you can let us know how to get the gas station."
Officer: "yes, you are in sisters, you are twenty minutes from a gas station just follow the path back out to highway 20."
Casey: "thank you SO MUCH."

The rest of the car flabergasted that I just called the local police station, was  thanking me later.  At around 1:30 we headed on our way to a gas station/mcdonalds in Sisters, Oregon passing black butte ranch on the way.  Please take note that 1:30 is an hour and a half past the time we were supposed to arrive.  Natural called one time in the Wilderness which was a new experience for some so that delayed our travels about ten minutes.   In sisters we loaded up Caitlin's Car (no name) and 48 dollars later, we decided a much needed McDonald's meal was needed.  Because of the influence that the media and Super Size Me had on my life I opted out and got some candy instead.  Madeline refused to give a small child her kid's meal toy, and we knew it was time to get out of Sisters, Oregon as fast as possible.  We arrived at the palacial snowy cabin at about 3:00 pm.  Exhausted and ready to drink we set our bags down.  Hoping for a warm welcome, but then realized it was just the six of us.  Ignoring the fact that we didn't have a welcoming party and had wasted four years of our life we cracked open a nice Coors Light and knew the weekend was about to be great.