WARNING: This is a long post with a lot of photos. Get a cup of coffee, tea, or soda because this one will be some of everything.
Our California daughter
We had the opportunity to spend the day with our daughter and do a bit of shopping. Joe needed a new charging cord for his cell phone so we found an Apple store.
We took her grocery shopping to make sure she had food to eat before we left town.
We had a good visit with her and enjoyed ourselves. Then I had to go and stick my nose in and cause a big mess. Oh well, we will get through it all.
The trucks we picked up in Shafter, California going to O’Fallon, Missouri are a combination of day cabs and sleepers. Joe and I drove the sleeper trucks and towed the day cabs.
The sleepers on these trucks are called “Coffin” sleepers. There is only room to lie down. No place for a television or a small refrigerator.
The interior of these trucks is very narrow. Joe and I joke that two people in this truck will have to be very familiar with each other. Familiar enough to not get freaked out when the other person’s butt is in the driver’s face when they try to get in the back.
Just behind the seats is the sleeper bunk. A person will have to sit on the bed to undress. No head room to stand up and very little wriggle room.
There are gauges and then there are more gauges. The foot pedal to adjust the steering wheel on the truck I drove didn’t work so to see the fuel gauge I had to stand up and peer over the top of the steering wheel.
Lights & Wipers
At least this time the headlight switch and the wiper thing-a-ma-bob are together on the left side so I didn’t have to do a whole lot of searching this time.
After we got on the road from our nights stay in Bakersfield we were going to go past the Murray Family Farms original property and Joe wanted to stop. We got there a few minutes before the gates officially opened. While we waited we went around their Petting Zoo.
These geese raised quite a ruckus and came running at me when I came near the pen. The one nearest the gate hissed at me.
There are several bird and animals species. A lot of them I know on sight but there were a couple I had no idea what they were other than their particular species.
Peacocks and Pea Hens
Okay, I know the Peacocks are displaying for the Pea Hens, but they could at least turn around and show off to me. No such luck. Every one of them turned their back on me.
These guys were competing in noise levels with the geese. It made me want to turn around and see who was going to come and get us for being on the property before doors opened. No one came but I was still a bit nervous.
This goat made me laugh out loud. It is resting in the hay trough and was not going to budge while we were there. Other goats in the pen were in shady spots on the ground but this one had to find the cushy place.
Alpacas or Llamas
I think these are alpacas and Joe thinks they are Llamas. I think Llamas are bigger bodied and have longer necks but I’m not positive.
Duck or Goose?
This little guy walked around like it hurt to move. His head is bright red with bumps all over it. I’m not sure if this is a duck or a goose. I’m sure it is not a chicken since it has webbed feet.
Now what kind of chicken is this one? Pantaloon, fancy pants, bushy britches? I’ve never seen a chicken with feathers on the legs and feet before.
Aunt Annabelle's Ant Farm
This is a play area for the children. Huge concrete pipes to run through and climb all over. A replica of an ant is welded from barrels and other metal objects. There is a sign below the big red ant that tells about the body parts of the ant. What kid would not have fun running around in this area with so much to climb on and tunnels to pretend in?
This hay wagon takes field customers out into the garden and drops them off. They can pick the vegetables and fruits to their hearts content – or until they scorch – then it comes back to take them to air conditioned comfort.
The hay wagon takes the customers out into these fields and beyond. They tell someone in the store where they want to go and it gets relayed to the hay wagon driver.
This is the field layout of where a person can pick the fruits and vegetables. So many choices, so little time.
When we were finished at Murray Family Farms and back out on the road we wended through some hilly country.
Tehachapi (pronounced Ta-ha-cha-pee) was one of the very first areas to begin installing wind turbines and creating “Wind Farms”.
This crop of wind turbines are 25 years and older. The upright portion is made of steel with braces going up the legs. It is an open pattern similar to electric transmission poles.
The newer wind turbines have a solid tubular structure and are not open as these are.
Early Morning Fog
This is between Tehachapi and Mojave. When I first saw this I thought I was between two worlds. The world of today and a prehistoric world from the past. I half expected to see dinosaur heads pop up out of the mist.
The weather forecasters in the area were predicting a layer of marine fog would be coming in but that would have only been to areas near the ocean. This area is too far inland for marine fog.
Thought it was a very interesting sight anyway and wanted to share it.
Written In Stone
Back in May I told you about the sides of the road where people gather rocks and leave their marks for passersby to see.
Here is a grouping of shots I took while traveling this area strewn with lava rock.
If you enlarge this photo, by clicking one it, you will see on the left side and just above the center shrub someone has written “Max + Becky”.
This one you can see pretty well.
There is a big “Sam” and some other words, one of which is “dad”.
I guess if you have some time to kill while you are waiting for a service truck you can entertain yourself and let the world know you were there.
On the embankment
There are a few more names, initials, and words on the embankment of this dry creek bed.
Someone found an area that is higher than the desert floor to leave their message and others followed.
To the right of the nose of my truck you can see a letter “J”. The images flow to the right at the same part of the embankment.
In Arizona there is a town, what is left of it, just east of Flagstaff called “Twin Arrows”. Down the road a bit further is “Two Guns”.
Here at Twin Arrows this is all that is left of a gas station. The twin arrows have held up over the years and the gas pumps that have been stripped are just beyond the right most arrow.
There are some buildings that belong to the gas pumps. They are crumbled and fallen down. I lost my grip on the camera and it took a header to the floor so I did not get a shot of the buildings.
Petrified Trees - Holbrook
This is a better shot of the petrified trees near Holbrook in Arizona.
This time I was traveling on the same side of the road and got a better shot. If you enlarge this photo, by clicking on it, you can see the bark on the outside of the tree still. Course it is just as much stone as the tree is but the markings of the bark are still visible.
In the same area as the petrified trees are these mounds. The color of the dirt is entirely different from the surrounding dirt. There is a lot of black in these mounds. Makes one wonder what is underneath.
Bridge over Missouri River
Lynn, here is a bridge for you.
Our trip out of Arizona, through New Mexico, and Oklahoma was pretty much uneventful. Nothing peaked my interest.
UNTIL we got into Missouri and off the Interstate.
We came around a corner and there before me was this narrow bridge spanning a lot of water. Oncoming traffic and I were going to share this small space. I spazzed out a bit, but I kept my wits about me to get these next photos.
Tell Me When It's Over
I quickly took this shot and then held on to the steering wheel as I crossed this bridge. The whole way over I just held on and repeated “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God” all the way across.
I had visions of me plummeting to the water below when the bridge broke in the middle from the combined weight of Joe’s trucks and mine.
The woman in the car must have thought I had lost my mind. She was not far from this side of the bridge and safety while I was just starting to cross. YIKES!
Now as if the bridge wasn’t bad enough I get to go through a town with merchants and homes right at the roads edge.
Winding and twisting my way through this area gave me a fright. I kept waiting to feel the jarring and shuddering when my back truck hit one of the buildings.
ARE YOU CRAZY!!!!
Roller Coaster Ride
Once out of the close town and out in farm country we encountered these “hills”. Up and down we went. The road is so rutted from traffic – and this is a truck route – that while one portion of the road goes up and down, the ruts make the truck I’m driving go left and right.
I thought I was on the open ocean in high seas. I got so sick at my stomach from all this waving about that I feared I was going to have to dig in the “truck bag” for a plastic grocery bag and hang the handles from my ears and PUKE right there in the bag. That would have been an experience I’m here to tell you.
Once off the rolling seas we came to a dead stop. Business was being carried out by the local trash collector. He had many stops to make in a two mile stretch of the road.
Joe saw an opportunity to go around the guy and took it. There is a blind hill on the other side of the trash truck. The guy shook his head and muttered to himself. I stayed safely behind and followed him for about two blocks where he turned left and I had clear passage.
To Interstate 70
I thought this portion of the trip was never going to end.
According to the GPS we were only 8 miles from our delivery point. If the next 8 miles was going to be anything like the last 25 then I might as well just start screaming at the top of my lungs in terror.
When I watched Joe make this corner I thought he had just totally lost his mind and we were about to be in a situation that we would not be able to back out of.
I tell you, I have not had this much fun in a long time – that is meant to be read as sarcasm.
I did manage to follow Joe around the corner and find I had another tight one to turn.
Just below the stop sign is another sign that points the way to the rest of the truck route. Also further back is an Interstate sign. I could finally breath a sigh of relief. The end of all this craziness was in sight.
And, of course, the road Joe chose to go home on had full sized roads and bridges. We were no longer in the big trucks but in our pickup and pulling the trailer.
Go ahead, you can all punch him on the arm.