Looking back through my thread here, it looks like I was remiss in chronicling the latest cross-country trip from Oregon. I've talked to a few of you guys about our ventures in Oregon, but basically we've been flying back and forth for well over a year now to tend to my father-in-law, who had been diagnosed with dementia. He is a combat wounded Vietnam veteran, and although there is a local VA hospital, they do not have the doctors needed for such care. It turned into a real shtshow with the state of Oregon, they had made him a ward of the state and inserted a court appointed guardian, when they legally should have reached out for his next of kin (daughter) first. After all this, it took about 18 months of court battles to get them to transfer guardianship to his own daughter. The state appointed guardian basically had a license to steal for all that time. Some examples, she had researched getting him a new stove for his kitchen as they no longer felt a gas stove was safe for him. In all that time, she has numerous entries of "researching kitchen stove" that in total amounted to about $7500 of research that never did produce a purchase. The newest vehicle he had disappeared, and the guardian never would tell my wife where it went. "Talk to my attorney" was always her response. All said and done, we found it had been "sold" to the guardian's son for about 25% of her stated value, and these funds never were put into his account. Yes, Grand theft auto by a court appointed thief. Some of the 24-7 caregivers that the guardian had hired helped themselves to silver coins and anything else of value. We were late to the party, much of it had been stolen before we got there. I took numerous videos in his woodshop to document what was there, and as it appeared I was the only one cutting grass (monthly basis), I took the tractor keys with me to ensure that wasn't sold when we returned. He had a hand built vintage style speed boat in his shop but we felt safe that it wouldn't disappear as he had built walls around it. We finally got guardianship transferred and was able to get him moved to Maryland. Then the trips could be more focused into cleaning up and selling the house and bringing home any of his personal items that we wanted to keep. He did have a 1999 Ford Ranger pickup, and I had been driving it anytime we visited to check for any maintenance/repairs needed prior to a cross-country venture. I had done a brake job, new front wheel bearings, new serpentine belt, wiper blades, etc. The front tires looked good, but the backs were older and a mismatch, so we installed two new rear tires. The oil had recently been changed, so I left that. But it seemed every time I would run an errand, there was an oil sheen on the driveway when it was damp (this was the mountains of Oregon, after all) and the level would be low. I checked all the typical valve cover and oil pan bolts, and all were snug. Everything seemed to focus on the driver's side of the engine as a source and there I am staring at this brand-new oil filter someone had installed. On a whim I gave it a turn. As it were, it took 1-1/2 turns for it to snug. Subsequent errands, including a 6 hour round trip for a FBMP used topper (for packing more stuff), saw no change in oil level, so I now felt safe that it would make the trip. It's a Ford FN Ranger, what could go wrong?