We were at the delivery place, we spent the night in the parking lot, so we were on time. Coffee was brewing, a couple of other drivers came in the lot and we were chit chatting. All was going well. We found the shipping office and found the dock….The infamous Dock 45 ...A blind back... in between a parked trailer and tractor and trailer.
The Louisiana evil forces showed up again… Trapper explains that he can’t see on either side and needs for me to get out and help direct and keep him from hitting either the rig or trailer on either side of us. Now, remember... I was in a cubicle 8 days ago. This was another “refrigerator” moment. After a few attempts, he gets me positioned where he wanted me and the guy in the dock helped a little too. It was a memorable moment (LOL) and he docked perfectly.
I finished up my Qualcomm messages… "arrived at customer, checked in with customer, at dock…" we get unloaded and then we get the preplan for Taylor, MI. We had to drive 8 miles to pick up the load… what a breeze… or so I thought…
I perfectly navigated us to the WRONG location. The place I directed us was in the directions to be used as a landmark. We should have turned right, not enter!! I will be so glad to get out of Louisiana! Louisiana is not my friend.
We made it to the right shipper (finally) and we are en route to Taylor, MI. Every time we hit a bump, go over a bridge, and just road interference in general… I cringe. I hear noises in the back and look on the floor for the fridge!
Luckily we’re in Alabama now. I left the Louisiana evil forces behind us….
I was perfectly content, clean, and ready to move from our Hammond, LA truck stop that we had called home for a day plus. I checked the slow cooker and it was ok to travel. Trapper has warned me several times about keeping the appliances secure, closed, and keep check on the bungee cords, etc. All week I was sure to check and double check the cords when I finished in the back of the cab.
We pulled out of the parking space and I heard a strange loud noise in the back, but I didn’t jump up to check (my bad, I wish I had jumped!)… we came in contact with the second hole in the pavement and the noise that came from behind me…. Well, I thought the whole sleeper of the cab had fallen off!! It was the loudest crashing sound I’ve ever heard, outside of being in a car wreck!
Trapper glances up and behind me and the look on his face made me realize what I had NOT done. My moment of bliss had come to an end… the refrigerator had crashed to the floor of the cab and was in two pieces!! I almost started crying but Trapper was a gentleman and didn’t say a word. I swear I heard him tell me to “get out”… he says he told me to “sit down”. I was getting out though. I was already on the step. I thought he needed a minute. I knew I needed one. Unfortunately the fridge was messed up… good news… it still works.
The rest of the evening was spent trying to dry the comforter and sheet with an air hose hooked to the air in the front seat and with the air conditioner vent in the back. Needless to say, we’re in LA with humidity of 100%, it’s raining, and naturally at this point everything is feeling wet!
My parents always said I had to learn lessons the hard way. Tomorrow had to be better…. Or so I thought.....
We spent the night in Hammond, LA along with a lot of folks that are being sent to the LA and TX coast to help with the Hurricane Ike aftermath.
As we left MS, yesterday, we saw several convoys on the interstate of power, tree, and communication trucks. There were also the occasional Red Cross truck and flatbeds hauling everything from generators to telephone poles.
Today started great. Everything was going well; although, we had been at the truck stop for longer than either of us wanted to be. We were 25 miles from our delivery point, but again, we don’t deliver until Monday at 9 am. Trapper played around on the computer, I cleaned house, we went in the truck stop to shower, and then we did laundry. We got the truck back in order and I started dinner. Being very satisfied with my daily accomplishments and knowing that I had everything secure in the cab, I sat down and starting playing around taking pictures.
Trapper decided it was time to leave and go over to our delivery place and I agreed… this was when the Louisiana Evil Forces jumped in the cab with us.... continued on the next post....
Living OTR… was I in for a surprise or what?
Trucking is much more than a job. This is an entire new lifestyle. OTR Trucking is a lifestyle of it’s own. It is it’s own little world that the majority of us, not associated in trucking, would never understand until we tried it.
When you have a typical “normal” job, you arrive at work at a designated time, do your job with it’s normal aggravations, get up walk around, go to a meeting or two, talk to your co-workers and leave. On your way home you decide to stop at the grocery, stop at the post office, and run by the drug store, being sure to park close to the door. You drive home and see your family, cook dinner, throw the dishes in the dishwasher while the laundry is doing in the laundry room, watch tv, take a shower and go to bed. You start it all over again tomorrow. Typically, your day and routine doesn’t change much.
Now… put all that into a day of traveling down the interstate from state to state. Your day never starts at the same time. It depends on how many miles you have to travel that day or what time you deliver. You wake up, throw some clothes on, and either take a hike to the truck stop or rest area facilities. Don’t forget to take the toothbrush with you! Hike back to truck and check the map to remind yourself of exactly where you are and where you’re headed! This has been challenging for me! I can read a map, but the software is driving me crazy. Trapper is much more accustomed to knowing where we are. 7 days, 10 states, 2 time zones, and a hurricane… ask me where I am…????
Stops need to be planned miles in advance. Not all truck stops are created equal. Some are large, some are very small and not very trucker friendly. We carry a few little handy books with us to assist in finding truck stops, rest areas, and yes… Wal-Mart! Wal-Mart is a truckers best friend. No parking close to the door... a hike through the parking lot is in order. Good exercise.
Housekeeping is the best part. Make the bed… 2 minutes, straighten up… 2 minutes, vacuum… 1 minute… that’s it! House is clean. 5 minutes, did it all.
Cooking is great. You can prepare a half decent meal with only a knife, wooden spoon, and slow cooker. The best part is the balancing act you get to do in the back just to get it in the slow cooker. Interstate only cooking for me! 65 mph, straight ahead, and no stopping and going. 40 miles you can have lunch fixed and dinner started. 10 miles you can have it all cleaned up, all the dishes secured in their place, and back in the passenger seat.
Laundry, well… we haven’t done that yet this week. This is on the list for tomorrow and it shouldn’t be too bad. You just have to carry everything inside the truck stop. Maybe I can get the laundry done while I take a shower. Well… I doubt it. We’re not in a huge hurry and we don’t deliver until Monday… so… I will be in the Shower 2 for a few!
Maneuvering in the cab is, at times, a little tricky. I’m relatively tall. I told Trapper today that I might be too tall for this ride! I don’t mind getting up to get drinks out of the fridge..s t r e t c h time for me! He says I have the harder job, but I can’t see how. He drives several hours a day and only gets to move around when we stop. That’s tough.
Living on the road is a balancing act. The same as you do when you’re living in a house together. It’s a complete lifestyle change. You have everything you need, just in smaller quantities. You live different and you have to think differently.
It’s been a while since my last post. I’ve been really busy. Getting ready to leave with Trapper turned into a small fiasco… but we managed nicely. I managed to get moved, but not exactly moved in to his house. I have several boxes to go through waiting on me when we return home. But, we’ll deal with that when we decide to go home.
We left SC on Monday, Sept. 8 enroute to PA. My first road trip was right back through Charlotte, NC. I should have known. We made it to PA and were sent to GA. Again, back through the Carolina’s. We are now off of the east coast. We left GA enroute to FL and now, Saturday, we are setting in Hammond, LA trying to decide what/how we will pass a little time. We don’t deliver until Monday morning.
This week has been really educational in a lot of ways. We are learning to live together in the cab, cook, clean, and synchronize our schedules. Due to the fact our relationship has been, for the most part, on the telephone… it is really nice to be able to see him while I’m talking now.
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Trapper and I should be a reality tv show. I can just see the camera people trying to keep up.
Today was stressful. Trapper decided to change his normal route because of the remnants of Gustav. He decided to stop in West Memphis, AR, which ended up with tornado watches all evening. I was worried, but again, I'm a worrier. All turned out fine.
This weekend, tropical storm Hanna may impede our plans a little. Depending if this ts decides to become a hurrican and come inland on the coast of SC, then Trapper's family will be visiting until the coast is clear. If the storm goes more north, then I will be on the way to get my daughter, who is attending school on the NC coast.
Last week, when a wisdom tooth of mine starting giving me problems, Trapper said, "Don't worry about. If you don't get around to having it pulled at home, when we get to Laredo, TX, I will take you across the border, give you a bottle of tequila, and let Dr. Phillipe pull it." WONDERFUL! After we talked, it took me about 10 minutes to call and make an appointment. I was going to have no part of crossing the border, eating the worm, and seeing Dr. Phillipe. Having a tooth pulled rates right up there with being buried alive and drowning! But, hey, the tooth came out today!!! LOL
I turned my resignation in today at my real job. My part time job, I said my goodbyes over the weekend. It's been an emotional day. Only 4-5 more days....
What a weekend! I decided once Trapper told me he highlighted home, that I better get my butt in gear. So... packed up yet more stuff and headed to his house. I think I am getting down to the last little bit. I have 3 stacks... Trapper's house stuff, my Truck stuff, and my goodwill pile. My truck pile is the smallest. He told me today, "It'll be just like camping... you'll have fun!" He knows I hate camping!
He was finally dispatched today from El Paso, TX to LaCrosse, GA. He should be home on Thursday. I hope Gustav doesn't impede his travels.
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