You're tooling along Highway 395, the Ukiah-Dale Forest State Scenic Corridor in Grant County,…read moreEastern Oregon, because, Hey! You like off the beaten path adventures and you are a Road Warrior. Only, you are a Road Warrior who really has to pee AND who has noticed that one of your tires needs air (this last part is crucial because otherwise you'd just pull over and do your business in the trees like the beast you are when in Road Warrior mode. Rowwr!!).
Anyway, the Goddesses of the Highway have anticipated your needs because there, sitting serenely along the side of the road, is The Dale Service Station -and Post Office-and Grocery-and coffee shop-and unofficial Ranger Station-and Community Center-and really, everything else. Because this is unincorporated Dale, Oregon, population unknown (somewhere between 1-15), and this is where things are happening.
First established in 1887, it was named Dorman, after James W. Dorman, the first postmaster and a hearty soul. The name was changed to Dale in 1891 and no one knows why. I mean, literally, no one knows why.
The place does not fit the geographic definition of a dale ("a valley, especially a broad one") and there's no mention of a historically significant Dale in the historical records. So...Dale it is.
Today, "Butch" owns and runs the joint. He, also, is a hearty soul. And a friendly one. And if you wanna chew the fat awhile after you've taken care of business, Butch is happy to oblige.
He's got the beautiful, historical post office boxes still in operation. He's amassed quite a personal collection of once living, once vital, now dead animals, many of which he, himself killed and had mounted. He's got the sundries and the staples which folks who live out in these parts might need in a pinch. He's got serviceable sandwiches (pre-packaged) and country coffee. And importantly, he knows what's going on in his community. Don't be afraid to ask.
For example, Butch and I discussed emergency services and the State government's "failure to take care of real Oregonians" (his words) while I made sure to avoid discussing 45 and our current federal regime. We found common ground elsewhere and truly had an enjoyable conversation.
Make sure not to whizz on by when you pass this way. You'll miss out on a genuine experience.