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March 7 , 2009 - Blogger will be shutting down their ability to update our site using their blog software and sending it via their FTP tools. This basically means we can use blogger but we have to use their hosting... which defeats the purpose of having our own domain.. So, over the next few weeks I will be working on migrating the site back to Greymatter, which will be used as our primary blogging software again. I have considered wordpress but after looking at the files I don't have time to learn PHP, so this is the easiest. Blogger will continue to be used until May 1, 2010, when blogger intends to shut down FTP access. Further info to follow.


Monday, November 30, 2009
subject: 11/30/09

My day began bright and early. I ended up waking up around 0200am or so and took us the final 30 miles to our drop. I was instructed once there to park the trailer on the southeast corner of the lot and grab an empty if necessary. Sigh of relief because I just wasn't totally with it and don't think I personally could put it in a door. After, I went to grab an empty trailer as we had no intentions of staying at the yard 40 hours, but found they were so close together you could barely squeeze a piece of paper in between them let alone my rolly polly butt to crank the landing gear up. So, after a quick command decision I opted to bobtail over to the T/A 20 miles away where we would at least have a shower and toilet if necessary.

I think I crawled into bed after getting to the T/A in record time... less than a minute.. but I couldn't fall asleep that quick, unfortunately. I think I sat up staring at the clock most of the time before finally falling back asleep around 0500am. We both woke up around 0830am or so and decided bran flakes were just not sounding good. Instead, we bide for some greasy eggs and hash browns at the local Denny's. We decided to try a new diet here in a few weeks so we're cramming all the bad crap we can into our bodies now!

Once getting back to the truck we put her in the shop to get our fuel filters changed, as I think we're about 9,000 past due. Once done, the shop guys told us the front steer was a DOT fail. I don't know how I missed it honestly as I check the tires every time I fuel and during quick pre-trips. But, the company decided to deny it. That stumped us but after a quick call my beloved HR Representative here in the office found out T/A don't carry the 16-ply tire required by the company and instead was going to have us head over to Fridley to get one. She explained that since we were in the middle of a 34-hour restart we'd get to it tomorrow. So, that will begin our adventure tomorrow.

[nerd alert] After, we opted to catch up on watching the Star Trek movie pack I insisted in buying a few weeks back. I don't know whats worse, the fact that we watch Star Trek and enjoy it... or the fact we watch Star Trek in preparation for 'Star Trek Online,' a mass multiplayer game that is debuting in February. In any case, flame on... i'm expecting it.

After the 4th one we decided to hoof it to Applebees across the street for a "date," which is something we don't get to indulge in very much, unfortunately. Greasy burgers and a frothy adult beverage. Not too shabby if you ask me. We braved the cold back to the truck to watch the Star Trek V: The Final Frontier when we started to crap out, around 0900pm or so. I'd rather be sitting at home than out here, but if I had to sit out here every week I'd hope it was as good as today was. Tomorrow its back to the 'ol grind, hoofin' it back to California, but at least we get to go home after that.

posted by Daryl at 21:39
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Sunday, November 29, 2009
subject: 11/29/09

Well, I can only apologize for not having posted much sooner but, how often can one say:

"we left, we traded out at the same spot as the last 8 times, we refueled, got through the mountains ok, traded out at the same spot as the last 8 times, squeeked in there with an hour to spare, and sat around for the next load."

This week sucked though. We actually picked up our load on Thanksgiving and instead of taking it to the destination due the next night as usual, we had until Monday, actually losing 1936 miles to our paycheck thanks to the holiday (which comes with a story of its own to be told here in a sec.) But, all was not lost. We didn't get to eat on Thanksgiving due to Mary becoming sick and I wasn't about to sit in a Vegas casino and eat alone... so we pressed on to the inlaws in Denver. We actually got there around noon on Friday and enjoyed our feast, which was rather tasty and better than having eaten out on the actual holiday I think. We stayed the night there and headed out Saturday morning to finish this godforesaken journey.

Now, for the little story. I have flaunted several times my disdane for the weekenders and night dispatch... and... well... there is no diversion here. We were able to pick up our trailer early on Thanksgiving thankfully but before setting out and searching for it I decided to send a message stating that we talked to the Fridley people on Tuesday and they told us they would be closed from Thursday until Monday morning. Then it was suggested we not park on the street due to the local code enforcement folks issuing city revenue notices. Then I asked to be dispatched for an arrival time of Monday after 0500am since the nearest truck stop is around 20 miles away.. not even close enough to show as having arrived even if we were so inclined to bust our asses to sit for 4 days. Simple comprehension, right? You would think so... but apparently comprehension is low on the totem pole for some folks on the holiday.

I find the trailer, hook, and send our loaded call... as I usually do. And what do we get in return? Be there Friday at midnight!?! Are you kidding me? So, after throwing my traditional hissy fit I sent back a message stating that we WOULD NOT BE THERE because they are closed, refused to receive a ticket from parking on the street, and diligently mentioned I had JUST sent a message about this 15 minutes earlier. Without a peep I got back... "fixed." Thank god. I'm all for working hard, but i'm not about to be sleep deprived and exhausted to get to a place that is closed for 3 days.. and we don't pick up for another 2 anyways. Some people.

Anyways, After getting back to Fridley, MN we'll have one more run to Santa Fe Springs on this godforesaken run (did I say that already) and then we head home for Mary to have a procedure done on Friday. Thank god, after having done this dedicated for 4 weeks at that point we're a bit worn out, beat up, and ready for some home time.

posted by Daryl at 12:57
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Wednesday, November 18, 2009
subject: Fridley, MN

If there is one thing this job has taught me, its that people in this industry never cease to amaze me! For the third trip in a row our load out of Sante Fe was late by over an hour. Daryl went in about 0530 to pick up the paper work and trailer number, only to have to wait...at 0815 we were finally leaving the yard! So much for being able to stretch our legs when they are numb for sitting so long and being able to take a shower so we aren't completely disgusting! I woke up shortly before Las Vegas, where we planned to refuel.

What possessed Daryl to mix a trucking radio program with the traffic and construction in Las Vegas I will never know, but shortly after arriving in the caos that is Vegas, the rage in Daryl was not only palpable but obvious. The radio program he was listening to was riddled with the news about California (yet again!) setting rules and regulations regarding just who and what will be allowed over the state line. Obviously my sweet husband has some opinions about this and just what the state of California can do with their 'rules and regluations' which I will spare our readers.

I rubbed his back and shoulders and changed the radio station back over to the spa channel (which he has secretly become addicted to lately) and the meditative and serene music soon lowered his blood pressure to a manageable level.

We traded out in Mesquite, NV and I made it through the mountains in Colorado safely before he took over again. Because we kick ass we were able to stop for a quick (literally from exit to re-entry on the free-way 30 total mintues) shower in Grand Island Nebraska and I kicked us on into the yard in Minnesota at 1930 our time.

The woman at the desk told me to drop the trailer right where I was sitting, so that's just what I did. This terminal is pretty good at having things ready not just on time but usually early! Daryl will be running in at 0915 to check the progress of the load and then (as boring as it is for our readers) we will be headed back the same way have just come.

While I could see someone getting bored with this never-ending circle of the same scenery, I have to say that thus far I am thorougly enjoying it! I may get tired of the Sante Fe yard (oh, wait! that already happened!) before I get tired of the route...accept maybe Vail, Eagle, and Eisenhower in Colorado...that's a bit old...I grew up there for crying out loud!

Until next time!


Monday, November 16, 2009
subject: SantaFe Springs, CA

Several posts ago Mary made mention that we are covering a dedicated route while the usual team is out on "sick leave." We found out yesterday the gentleman ended up fracturing his hip in 2 places.. something I wouldn't wish on ANYONE! Talk about painful.

So, most likely, we will be on this until well after the first of the year. Then, we will probably be attempting to obtain our own dedicated route, for two primary reasons. 1) The thought of having a regular life is appealing and the thought of getting home if not every week for a day or so but every other is kind of nice. The second is for a more personal nature, but best summarized as it will allow us to schedule Dr. appointments for Mary long term due to some medical issues she is suffering due to the discovery of pre-cancerous cells. She is ok and we are attempting to schedule a treatment that will irradicate the cells, but long term she will have to be monitored fairly regularly.

With that in mind, we will most likely be attempting to do if not a daily blog an every other day blog highlighting the events of the day. It makes it easier to follow instead of posting every trip with a map that never changes. We will be doing joint posts to discuss each of our part since we run our own shifts... and each will be prefaced with who actually wrote it. It sounds complicated but it will catch on... I promise.

Anyways, to catch every one up with the latest, after we dropped our load off in Santa Fe Springs, CA last time Mary came to bed and I rolled out sometime a few hours later. Expecting it to be done early I went in around 4am. 2 hours later I had our paperwork in hand, grabbed the trailer, and set off.

Mary woke up a bit later and checked the weather, fearing a storm. Well, turns out there were 2 inbound... 1 we were going to hit on the way and 1 we would most likely hit on the way back. Great.. we couldn't wait. Well, I got us as far as the final few miles in Arizona before we traded out and Mary got the joy of rolling in the snow across Vail pass in Colorado. From what she told me I missed a hell of a party. Instead I woke up just after she got through it, and just before we dropped down into Denver.

We traded out on the western side of Denver at the T/A there where I drove us to the west side of Des Moines, IA where we showered at the Pilot. I'll summarize that up with 1 word... Nasty! Never again. Mary took us out and we delivered in Fridley, MN about 2 hours early... much more than we originally anticipated.

On Saturday we picked up our load in Fridley, MN after having been woken up to the sound of a pressure washer against the cab. Apparently Fridley pays a contractor company to come in and wash the trucks.. and ours was included. We didn't complain except that it was an interuption to our "alone" time... after all... it WAS our anniversary. Dag nab it! But, on the plus side we got to see the bling of our chrome rims and fuel tanks! +1 to Fridley!

Anyways, we picked the load up about 5 hours early (yay for that) and headed over to the T/A to meet a long time friend of mine for lunch. We were consequently invited back to their house next weekend for dinner since we have a long pull back there and will have plenty of time before our load picks up on Tuesday.

I think we headed out around 2pm or so and Mary got us as far as our favorite Pilot truck stop in Grand Island, NE. She reset my alarm due to the numerous closures on I-70 and allowed me to sleep in, although that was short lived because I woke up at 6am anyways. We grabbed breakfast and headed out shortly after. This was a weekend of hours resets so it was kind of jacked up schedule, but we got it worked out.

Anyways, I took us out sunday after breakfast and got us to her parents house just outside of Denver where I took another 10 hour break and took us out at 2am or so. We were expecting much worse than we got through the mountains this morning but the worst was a few slick spots and some ice fog. I got us through the mountains for the most part around sunrise when Mary woke up, and we traded out in Salina, UT at 1230pm where Mary took over.

Apparently nothing significant occurred from when we switched out until we delivered because she didn't mention anything significant. Hell, I even slept through the rough roads and disconnect from the trailer. Our next pickup is tomorrow bright and early at 5am. Hopefully they will have the load ready on time this time so we can actually squeeze more than just a quick run through the shower this time.

posted by Daryl at 03:24
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Thursday, November 12, 2009
subject: SantaFe Springs, CA

I woke up on Tuesday morning bright and early to pick up our load. It wasn't due for pickup until 1000am but I like trying to stay on my shift.. it tends to make going to bed at 6pm so much easier.

Anyways, the gal at the dispatch office told me the paperwork was not yet ready but I could go to the door and wait and would be told when it is ready. Fair enough. I was also informed it was a hazmat load and required 7 placards. Anyways, so, I took us down to the door and shortly after was told by the yard dog it was ready. He mentioned we did not have to scale, which was nice because the procedure at this yard appears to be a pain!

Well, while performing our pretrip on the trailer, one of the office guys leaving asked if we were hazmat certified because there were, to my surprise, explosives on this trailer. Nothing big, just a few thousand pounds of fireworks, but apparently that is a huge deal. Amongst the fireworks were various corrosive and oxidizers. Sounded like a party to me! All in all we were loaded out of 24k lbs about 7k of hazardous materials. We've hauled worse.

I finished the pretrip and rolled us to the office where Mary went inside to grab our paperwork and placards while I finished eating since it was a tight dispatch. We spent about 20 minutes hanging placards on the trailer before actually heading out.

We ran until about 100 miles outside of Council Bluffs, IA where we traded out, and then again just inside the Colorado border. The rest of the state, however, was interesting. I managed to roll us through super thick fog where I could barely see the 1/10th marker in front of us... a sure sign that if something was ahead of me I wouldn't see it until the last minute. So, armed with that piece of valuable information I opted to slow to 45mph. I was shocked to see the other drivers around us flying by without batting an eye. Unsafe if you ask me. I finally got us out of it around Hudson, CO, thank god. I don't like driving blind!

I took us down US85 to the Pilot for a refuel, then across I-70 once again. The hills all the way to Grand Junction, CO sucked due to the crappy old trailer we had in tow. I swear I couldn't pull any grades higher than 5th gear. I also got a first for me, having to take Loveland Pass due to hazmat restrictions through the Eisenhower tunnel. For the most part it was easy, but there were 2 sections that had no guardrail and were straight drops to the bottom.. and being afraid of heights this didn't flow well with me. We ended up trading out again in Richfield, UT and Mary got us the rest of the way in with little time to spare. She crawled in bed and I awoke shortly after to pick up our next load at 0500am bound back to Fridley, MN.

posted by Daryl at 03:18
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Monday, November 9, 2009
subject: Fridley, MN

Home time always seems to go excessively faster than any other days we have, and this trip home was no exception. We were home long enough to get all our laundry done, hit the doctor's office, and buy groceries.

We did take the time out of our schedule though to pull out all our chains, get them untangled and actually do a dry run. I mean that term literally, as our last 'run in' with the chains consisted of the side of a steep highway and several inches of snow. We had always planned on getting in some practice during sunshine and good weather, but apparently had waited too long. We figured there was no time like the present so we slung em on and tweeked em around, getting a good feel for the fit and such.

Both somewhat more enlightened if not excited about chaining, we considered it time well spent. Early afternoon the day before our schedule come back to work, we received a phone call from our FM, stating that another team on the fleet that had a dedicated run was going to be out of commission and wanted to know if we wanted to cover it for a bit.

We called her back and said we would. Turns out its a multiple run from Sante Fe Springs, CA to Fridley (Minneapolis), MN all told about 1936 miles one way. According to our calculations we would be completing about 3 runs (one way) each week, pretty good miles and not too bad a run either! The route takes us through Utah and Colorado, meaning we have to drive the grades and brave tempermental weather systems, but aside from that a pretty decent dedicated. The other team is supposed to be out for a couple to three weeks, so we will have it until then.

We loaded up the truck the night before and headed over to the Phoenix yard to pick up an empty before our maiden voyage to Sante Fe Springs.





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We arrived without incident about an hour early, grabbed our pre-loaded trailer and headed back out again. As this was Saturday, the load had quite a bit of time on it. We were able to ease back into the schedules and life back on the truck, which is always nice after any amount of time off at all...its amazing how we so easily revert back to 'normal' life in such a short amount of time.

The rest of the run went fairly smoothly. We dropped the load in Fridley about 18 hours early and took the time to get sleep and get geared up for the next two runs which, because they are during the week, will be much faster and tighter dispatches. We will be required to run our full hours for the next several days to deliver the loads on time, before having another 'weekend pull' to reset things.

We figured this a nice opportunity to see how a dedicated works, even if we don't get through our home, and take advantage of a couple of weeks of predictability. We love being out on the road, but flying by the seat of your pants and never being able to plan anything at all can also become an overwhelming nuiscance.

We pick up again tomorrow headed back to Sante Fe about noon and will fill ya'll in on the details when we get back to the west coast and the palm trees!

Keep 'em rubber side down til then!


Wednesday, November 4, 2009
subject: Phoenix, AZ

Shortly after arriving back at Casey's General Store on Monday we got our load going home. Our marching orders were to head north to Minneapolis, MN and grab a load from the Con-way yard there and take it to Phoenix, AZ. That wasn't too bad since it was a 1700 mile run, but what sucked was that we had to travel only 295 miles and it didn't have to pick it up until Tuesday at 0100pm. So, we made the best of it and headed out up I-35.





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Mary started driving us up there while I scoped the area out for places to park for the night. We thought about staying at the Con-way yard for the night but the appeal of no bathrooms or a place to grab breakfast didn't hit Mary's fancy. So, after some chatter we decided to check each stop out as we went north.

We stopped at the Pilot in Clear Lake, IA to refuel and trade out and figured after that point we would shut down for the night. The first truck stop was the T/A in Albert Lea, MN but to me 140 miles was too far to drive the next day. Unfortunatly that T/A was the last best known truck stop along the way. The rest were just mom and pop style stops.

We passed a few others but most looked like an outhouse with a restaurant and some fuel pumps behind it. So, needless to say, we passed by those without incident. The last truck stop we came to actually had a McDonalds sign out front so I decided to pull off and check it out. After driving through it was actually just 1 large parking lot with a McDonalds, Subway, a small chain BBQ place called "Baldy's", an adult "novelty" store, and some truck washes. After driving around a bit we found a nifty parking spot in the lower parking lot. And, the best part was that nobody was idling, which was good news because that meant we wouldn't be dying of CO2 poisioning that night!

After about a half hour of deliberation we decided we were going to be brazen and check out Baldy's since the Healthy Choice meals we had stocked away just were not appealing. I'm not a big fan of BBQ normally but this place was great. I ordered the dry turkey sandwich while Mary ordered the dry chicken. We threw on some sweet BBQ sauce and it was pretty tasty. I wasn't about the french fries there that Mary had with it but the Potato salad was KILLER!

Anyways, we got up in the morning and hiked up to McDonalds for some breakfast. Normally we don't eat out so much but at the verge of going home neither of us is motivated to do anything but go home. After, we headed out the remaining 26 miles north to the Con-way yard, grabbed our trailer and headed out.

Now, we were given 1699 miles to get to Phoenix but I think someone was smoking something because there was no way that I could route that would get us near that. Mapquest and Streets & Trips wanted us to go down I-35/I-40/I-17, but that would have taken 1800 miles.. and since our out of route is up higher than I prefer that was out of the question. I looked at I-35/I-70/Backroads to I-25/I-40/I-17, bu that was still too far. So, after some deliberation (and the fact we were to give our dog to our friend in Denver) we opted to take I-35/I-80/I-76/Backroads in Colorado & Arizona/I-17. This turned out 1720 miles... much more to my liking.

The trip was rather unadventerous to be honest. We got into Denver around 0300am, refueled, traded out drivers, gave PJ to my good friend Barrett, and took off on the backroads of Denver. Mary said the roads sucked and was not fun in an 18 wheeler. I didn't think Wolf Creek Pass would have been any fun anyways but she said it wasn't too bad. I've driven it in a car and didn't like it.. so i'm glad she got that part.

I ended up waking up in Downtown Durango, CO and rode with her to the Arizona border where we traded out again. The route had us take roads through Navajo country and I have to admit it was rather pretty... especially when the sunset hit. I think we rolled into Phoenix, AZ around 0900pm or so, dropped our load, and ripped tits out of there for home. I don't think we could have vacated the truck faster!

We'll return this weekend with yet another adventure as the weekends crew will be assigning a load to us and I anticipate nothing but problems.. business as usual.

posted by Daryl at 03:52
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Monday, November 2, 2009
subject: Pella, IA P2

If sitting for long periods of time in our truck is good for anything, it's two things...1)It reminds me how easy it is to get tired of Subway, sorry Jarod! 2) It's extremely easy to get sick from truck exhaust, not even necessarily your own but the 50 other trucks around you who won't stop idling!

We knew 80 was going to be closed so we stopped to shower at the TA in Utah. Why rush up to a baracade, right? After our shower, Daryl made dinner (don't get too excited, whenever I refer to Daryl making dinner, it's microwave 'something') and we took off for Wyoming. Just after the Wyoming border is Evanston, a little tiny town with a Pilot (fuel stop) and a Wal-mart with truck parking (salvation). We peeked at the Pilot and saw to our amazement there was still plenty of parking. We hopped over to the Wal-mart to quickly grab some food stuffs and then went to claim our spot at the Pilot.

We sent in our usual messages...stuck, weather, road closed, blah blah blah. The next morning the road was still closed, now all the way into half of Nebraska...we took the down time to clean and organize the truck (a perpetual course of junk shuffling, fighting dust and dog hair, and losing things)and enjoy our satellite for some TV. Through out the day the truck stop slowly started to fill up with people that couldn't get through the road block either.

The next morning, the road was still closed...We got to just relax for the most part and checked the weather and road advisaries every 30 minutes or so. By this time, the truck stop is packed, no more parking and most of the fuel island is blocked up. There were even several other fellow Con-way drivers. As the idiots who thought they could get closer left their precious parking spaces next to us, a lucky Con-way driver took their vacated spot. At one point we actually had 5 Con-way trucks in a row and two accross from us. This was a welcome thing, not just for the 'safety in numbers' mentality, but because other Con-way drivers are held to the same standards as we are when it comes to fuel economy, meaning that unless they absolutely have to they don't idle. This was a great relief because up to this point, it had been a constant battle between the truck running with the re-circulate on, not running with the windows cracked, and buttoning down the hatches in a vein attempt to keep out the exhaust fumes from both us and the surrounding 50 trucks who, for whatever reason, felt it necessary to idle when it was 48 degrees and sunny!

By this point we were fairly certain the roads would be opened the next morning. I decided to get up fairly early so that when they opened we could get our ducks in a row and get going. Now it's been a while since Daryl and I had this much time together out here. The first day was great, spending time together with out one of us being behind the steering wheel, watching movies together, having meals together, etc. The second full day was pretty good too. But by now, we were both ready for some alone time and the chance to get back to work! I already knew we obviously weren't going to be making my Monday Dr's appointment in Phoenix, as the place we were delivering too in Pella was closed until Monday morning at 0730. I rescheduled my appointment for Wednesday and prayed we would be out of this winter-wonder-from-hell-land by then!

Because we couldn't stand Subway one more meal, our foodstuffs were dwindling, and we needed a break from the fumes, we decided to take a walk about 1/4 mile down the street to this little mom and pop restaurant. Along the way, we noted there wasn't a truck parking place in the entire town that hadn't been taken. Trucks were parked in every vacant lot, dirt alcove, and gas station. To our amazement the place got packed shortly after we arrived, evidently we had found the 'place to be'. It was one of those small town everyone knows everyone else kind of places. The atmoshpere was welcoming, the establishment was old and enviting, and the food was terrific! After a nice jaunt back to the asfixiation chamber known as our truck and another couple hours of twiddling our thumbs, we checked the WYDOT website for the hundredth time and, finally, the roads had all been re-opened. We made the executive decision to wait it out for another hour or so and I'm glad we did, almost immediately there was a mad rush towards the exit. Dozens of trucks were in a hurry to make their way out of Wyoming and get on with their trips.

Finally after three days stuck, at 1245 on October 31st, we were finally able to role out of the now desolate parking lot of the Pilot and be on our way. Due to the customer not being open on weekends, we still had rediculous amounts of time to get to Pella before our delivery. We made the 700 mile jaunt to our favorite truck stop in Grand Island, Nebraska and found a place to park for the night. The next morning, we grabbed breakfast at the restaurant and a shower.

We stopped at yet another Wal-mart to get enough food to (hopefully) get us home. We rolled into tiny Pella, Iowa about 2030, drove around our customers site to get our bearings and then parked at the little Casey's general store to await morning.

I got up and did my usual on-the-truck-mumbo-jumbo before heading the 1/2 block over to the customer. It looked much like it had the night before...empty and closed. While I was walking around the office portion of the building a nice looking gentleman flagged me down and looked at my paperwork. He signed my copy of the bills and instructed me where I would be docking once the only other truck on the block had moved. Because of the location of the dock, I hadn't even seen it before he pointed it out. I thanked him and walked back. A quick inspection of my bills showed me this gentleman had actually been the owner of the business...good thing I was in my full Con-way gear and best behavior, just shows you never know who you are going to run into!

Now, let me paint you a picture of what this dock set-up looks like. Picture a small town intersection. North to South is a fairly busy city street with some traffic. East to West is a dirt road with a stop sign. The docks for the business were on the South West corner (literally) of this intersection. Directly accross from the docks (I only use a plural sense here because there were two) is another set of two docks...directly accross...as in, no room! In order to back into my dock I had to drive south, make a left (East) onto the little dirt road and then back up, blindly into the busy street against traffic I couldn't see, into the dock and then block traffic several more times while I adjusted until I was finally in position. Luckily the hopper was nice enough to hold traffic long enough for me to get my initial back (blindly into busy street traffic) done. Once I was into my dock and situated, this is what it looked like: Our nose was about a foot from the street where cars were driving, if I got out on the passenger side, I would have literally stepped into the dirt road running East and West, getting out on the driver side resulted in being inches from another trailer, and directly across the tiny street I was staring at the nose of other trailers that were literally a foot from the street. This place was so tight, even the hopper moving the trailer accross from us had to do a button hook and come within 4 inches of our bumper to get trailers moved...tight!

I made it without incident and within 30 minutes they had us unloaded. The owner stepped out to give me the green light to go ahead and I took us back over to the little dirt lot accompanying the Casey's to await our next load.

I didn't have to wait long and to my disappointment, I won't be making my appointment on Wednesday either. But we will be on our way home where I will make a new appointment on Friday with a new Dr. Thank god for choices!


 

 

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