Saturday, September 13, 2008

Heceta Head Lighthouse Part II cont.

Alrighty, this post should just about wrap up the Oregon trip.  After the Sea Lion Caves we went to an A&W for lunch because Skeeve had never been.  The food was good but the floats are generally better.  We ate fast and got on the road so we could make it to the airport on time.

We drove for a while and stopped somewhere on the 101 for coffee at this little farm/road side cafe cause I was starting to fall asleep at the wheel.  The farm had a border collie in residence or was it an australian shepherd?  He was a nice doggie in any case.  Skeeve had a smoothie and I got a triple espresso and we were back on the road.

An hour later we got back to Eugene with time to spare and then couldn't find a gas station!  You'd think there'd be some near the airport, right?  Nope.  They were around, but they were off the freeway a couple exits away from the airport, what gives?  We managed to find one and by now time was running short.  Oh yeah, did I mention that buying gas in Oregon is weird?  I didn't find this out until recently but apparently it's illegal to pump your own gas in the state of Oregon.  That's right.  The state of Oregon does not trust you no to blow yourself up.  And here I'd been wondering why people were opening my gas cap and sticking the pump in the minute I pulled up.

I'm going to go off on a tangent here because it's just that stupid.  The first time we got gas this guy came over, stuck the pump in my car, and asked if I wanted regular.  This was at an Arco station which, in California, is self serve so this is where the confusion really began.  Somewhat taken aback I said yes and the guy instructed me to go pay at the island or inside.  So I did and then went back to the pump and proceeded to push the button for regular and pump my gas.  I stood there until it finished and then put the pump back.  They guy came over and asked if I got it.  I dunno, maybe I looked like I knew what I was doing.  I said yes, thanked him, and that was the end of it.  

The same thing happened the second time I got gas as we were on our way to the airport.  I pulled up, the guy unscrewed my gas cap, put the pump in and told me to go pay.  I paid, I came back, filled up the tank, and as I was finishing replacing the pump on it's holder the guy trotted over with a cranky look on his face and said, "Next time let the gas guy do it."  Now I know why he was so cranky.  Apparently, as I only just found out, not only was I doing a job that should be left to specially trained professionals (riiiiight) I could have been fined $500.  For pumping my own gas.  I think I just discovered the first thing I don't like about Oregon.
 
I'm sorry it's just stupid.  I really don't think preventing people from pumping their own gas significantly cuts down on gas related accidents.  Based what information I could find, "gas attendant" is an entry level job.  Maybe it wouldn't bug me so much if the majority of gas stations in Oregon weren't pre-pay.  Because you have to get out of your car anyway in order to pay before the guy can pump your gas.  Maybe it prevents people from talking on their cellphones or smoking while pumping gas, two of the main causes of gas station fires, but it doesn't stop anyone from driving away with the pump still in the car when no one's looking.  And don't try to tell me there aren't those people who still smoke in the car while the gas is being pumped.  Oregon, you're not making anyone safer, you're making my life more annoying.  Stop trying to protect people from themselves, it never works.

Yeah, I know I'm taking this a little far.  But I'd honestly rather get out and pump my own gas (since I have to get out anyway!) and be on my way than sit around and wait for someone to do it for me.  Oregon, you're a lovely state, but you have some weird fecking legislation.

So, um, long story short we got to the airport, returned the rental car and rushed through security and managed to get on our flight.  We were cutting it pretty close, but we got there...stupid gas station.  The flight back was much smoother than the flight there and the landing was a lot less nauseating.  God picked us up from LAX after we got our luggage and we dropped Skeeve off and went home.  I forget what I did after that.  Probably slept.  I got a whole bunch of stuff in Oregon.  Among them were:

A Celtic tapestry of faeries braiding each other's hair
A little ceramic faerie door
A Greenman pendant
Armwarmers from the nice faerie lady
Blue hair falls
A green tassel belt
A signed Brian Froud print
Two Faerieworlds T-shirts
An old (new for me) Woodland CD
Three beautiful heart-shaped stones (clear quartz, rose quartz, and lapis)
Four bone pins for RenFaire (one Celtic kitty, one Celtic tree of life, one reading "Mostly Harmless", and one reading "And then they made me their chief...")
A hand carved hairstick
A blue shoulder bag
A dragon tapestry for Richard
A "Dragon's Lair" plaque for God
A "Knight Dwells Here" plaque for Richard

I probably missed one or two things, but you get the idea.  It was fun and I'm astounded at how much Faerieworlds is growing.  I hope it one day reaches the point where it's just as immersive as RenFaire.  I liked it a lot and I'll probably do it again next summer and meet Skeeve and Jerome there.  Maybe by then Scott and Eden will be able to join us.  I'm kinda hoping I'll be able to find someone to drive up with me the next time around, however.  I don't like the air bus.  I'll even put up with strangers pumping my gas.

Anywho, thus ends the first official adventure from the log of The Blue Selkie.  Keep checking back every so often for many more adventures, I have a lot of things in store.  You'll probably see Disneyland up here a lot.  There will also be trips to San Francisco, I'm sure, as well as visits to my mom's school, craft stores, museums, tea houses, and the like.  In the meantime, check out some of the links to the left as they are currently some of my Favourite People of the Internet (tm).  See ya real soon!

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