I hope no one worried about with the lack of an update. I’ve had a slow couple of weeks that haven’t been super motivating work wise, so didn’t take a bunch of pictures. Had an awesome time on the beach in Florida watching the sun come up and didn’t want to minimize it by seeing it through a viewfinder. Plus I’m not good enough to do it justice yet anyway.
Finally got some new(er) wheels. The truck is only 3 years newer than the blue truck I was driving, but has half a million fewer miles, and half a ton less bondo. The trailer is brand new, when this picture was taken, it was hauling it’s 4th load ever.
Got a weird look from a fellow driver for standing two feet in front of my truck pointing a dslr and zoom lense at my grill. I told him I take my pre trip inspections seriously, but really I was admiring the beauty I had killed, but not completely destroyed.
Finally started getting the miles going again and then wound up with a day to kill in Cincinnati. Tried meeting up with an old friend Saturday evening but she flaked at the last minute so I was on my own. Thank goodness for google maps and taxi cabs. Got to try some new dishes and met some nice people in the Oakley neighborhood.
Sunday I waited till the hottest part of the day was done, then took a bus downtown. Saw lots of interesting neighborhoods along the way that I must explore the next time I’m in the area with time to kill. The Reds were playing, so there were tons of fans in the street around the stadium. A couple of them asked to be in my pictures, and then thanked me. Pretty friendly place, I guess. I walked down by the river next to the stadium, and walked across the Covington-Cincinnati bridge linking Ohio and Kentucky.
Finally, as a bonus, since I made you guys wait so long, here’s a picture of an old school truck stop sign in Missouri. The place is still open, has a great restaurant, and plenty of parking.
Delivering in Austin in the AM, then off to Alabama. Keep it between the solid lines!
So I finally got home on Sunday, the 17th. Went to Waynesville to visit friends and go boating on Fontana Lake, then idled a bit till yesterday. In SC now heading to Florida, then eastern NC via Savannah. My boss finally bought a newer truck, so I’ll pick it up Thursday, then the whole country is mine again!
Made it to Oregon and picked up a load of potato chips there bound for Phoenix, AZ. The chips came with a route restriction. Since the bags are pumped full of nitrogen to make them look full, they don’t do low pressure very well, so I was not allowed to exceed 6000 ft on the way to Phoenix. No problem, just went 200 miles out of the way and still managed to crest a hill at 6600 feet in Utah. Everything worked out though, I think.
I’m back in UT now, headed to Salt Lake City, but stuck in the St. George area with a broken truck. It’ll be ready tomorrow though.
I had a trailer tire blowout in Idaho and while the repairman was fixing that, I found a cool car on the roadside.
Finally got a picture of this amazing old cement plant in Oregon that I really really want to get a closer look at sometime.
And an old farm from back in the day.
Suddenly I was in Arizona, on US 93. One of my favorite roads.
And I thought No Name, Colorado had a low self esteem issue….
Can I have Santa Claus for Christmas? Anyone?
Tried to take an innocent picture of some rocks and got photo bombed.
aaahhh, Virgin River Gorge! This is also where I first diagnosed what was broken on the truck. EGR exhaust tube blown out of the exhause manifold, meaning no exhaust pressure to turn the turbo. The old guy in the white car just stopped to eat his fruit cocktail.
Finally, I went out for a walk in the arroyo behind the hotel and met a couple of new friends.
Coming up I-29 from Denver I saw something weird in a field to my right.
Yup, that’s a camel out grazing the Terry Bison Ranch on the Wyoming/Colorado border.
Just to restore some order to our notions of what the west should be, here’s a couple of wild horses in western Wyoming.
Hanging out in Fruita, CO today doing the mandated 34 hour break. Took a walk around town and spotted a neat old hooptie.
Lorren, the owner of this fine specimen of automotive art was in the yard, so we chatted. It’s a 1958 Olds Fiesta Wagon. I’m digging the West Coast mirrors.
Lorren also told me about another of Fruita’s claims to fame, Mike the headless chicken. Interesting.
Got hungry and went to the local brew pub for lunch. Calamari and Redneck Nachos (home made potato chips with bleu cheese and bacon.) Chatted a bit with Tim, the General Manager of the Fruita Times. Then it was off to check out the park and the Colorado river, which runs next to Colorado National Monument. Pretty. Off to Loveland tomorrow to make this delivery, then who knows where.
Man, I love driving through Utah. I try not to stop too much, cause the Mormons are relentless, but driving through is awesome. Probably doesn’t hurt that every time I pass through, there’s an amazing sunrise or sunset to keep my eyes happy. Tonight’s was made interesting by a long thin rain shower over the mountains I’d just come down from, between me and the sunset. Is it just me or does it look like the mountains are on fire? Click on any image to see it larger.
Remember what I said about always leaving the best stuff behind?
Finally, here’s my attempt at being artsy.
So after taking 3 weeks to get to California, I got to deal with rush hour traffic near Sacremento, San Francisco and Los Angeles in 2 days. Now the boss wants me back to finally get the new trailer, and newer truck, so headed to Loveland, CO as I start working my way back east.
Coming out of LA, I made it 37 miles in 2 hours. But then I got to see a fantastic sunset in the San Bernadino hills. I’ll figure out how to get all the colors some day.
Some days it seems the best stuff is behind me, or at least it looks better in the convex mirror.
Went by an accident scene tonight. I didn’t take any pictures, all I could see was the bottom of a semi about 10 feet downhill from the shoulder of the road. Remembered to give thanks to God for keeping me safe. Ya’ll be careful, danger is around every curve. Thankfully we don’t have to go it alone.
Oh, and I’m sleeping under the stars at my favorite rest spot in the Mojave.