The scene: My youngest daughter and I were returning from a couple of college visits. We were trying to find a gas station to fill up the rental car so I wouldn’t have to pay the good folks at AVIS $5 / gallon, or whatever exorbitant rate they charge these days.
As is often the case, there were no gas stations near the airport. We used the GPS to search for nearby stations. There was one a few miles a way. Good news, right? Not exactly.
We went down a narrow, winding road through the woods and came to a road by the river. Then we went along the river for about a mile.
What? It’s still Friday night on the west coast, and I don’t want to go to bed.