The closest saw shop was about 35 miles away [View all]

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in a small town in central Oregon. Both of our Stihl saws needed a little care
and new chains. The shop informed us that we couldn't get the saws back until
the next day. We went to the little market for food and beer. We had to take our
cork boots off before entering, so the wooden floor would not get chewed up by
the cleats. As we sat outside, eating chicken and drinking beer, a few Hispanic
guys drove by and waved. They asked us what was up, and then invited us to their
place, a group of cabins in an apple orchard. In their broken English, and our broken
Spanish, we had a great fiesta of music, food and beer. I woke up the next morning
in the fourth bunk up, a bit hung-over. They drove us back to town where we
recovered our truck and saws. Apple pickers.