Camp, about 20 minutes from La Grande, Oregon.
I discovered the car registration and insurance card had disappeared. I surmise it might've been taken by the pranksters who let the air out of the right front tire.
Replacing the insurance card was easy enough with a trip to the library. But the registration involves getting ahold of Motor Vehicle Division in New Mexico. I've called the Governor's office twice to see if they could help me get through.
This is my fourth day and not a single car, atv or hiker. Bliss!
7pm Update: I jinxed it. No sooner than I used the B word (we'll whisper it: bliss) than a friggin sheepherder from Ecuador shows up! We managed a five-minute conversation, in Spanish, about our origins before we gave up.