It was a classic "get to excited and forget to" moment.
For months we've been looking forward to the first steelhead trip of the year. The night before I had the truck packed....rods, reels, food, beer, and about a billion flies. I met my buddy at the designated spot at 4am and we were jacked to hit the road.
Speaking of that road. It winds through Palouse country and at 4am, lets just say there's not a lot of services available. I looked down and checked my speed and oh sheet....the gas light is on.
A quick gage check tells me I have 12 miles of fuel left and about 20 miles to the next known gas station. Nothing like being an idiot, forgetting to buy gas to seriously delay your first day on the river
We were almost to a half horse town my buddy and I had passed a million times over the years but both though there wasnt a gas station.
Oh what the hell, lets check it out.
As suspected, the fill up station didnt have a card lock and wouldnt be open for hours. After a few choice words by myself, we pressed on through town to the highway reconnect...
I see another gas station that looked like it was from 1955 and dejectedly I drove buy it but holy out of no where does my buddy see a ancient debit card lock on the pump.
Saved in a half horse town by what maybe the first 24 hour filling station in the history of humans.
Shoot, even the pump had the gallon and price counter on the rolling numbers. It was awesome
Needless to say, we thanked our lucky stars and continued on with our trip, laughing at our luck.
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