I’m sorry, sir, you may not leave Oregon at this time

I was headed south on 101, just outside Brookings, when traffic came to a stop. It was backed up for the quarter mile or so I could see ahead before a bend in the road. I waited. And waited. I checked Google Maps. It showed a l-o-o-o-n-g red line. In both directions. I shut off the engine. And waited. I expected my fellow stopped drivers would soon break out the lawn chairs and barbecues. No…