After our great time with Maureen and her family we got our trucks delivered in San Antonio. Four more trucks were waiting for us in Oklahoma City.
We got as far north as Waco, Texas before we had to stop for the night. Plans were to get nearly to the Texas/Oklahoma border but we were too tired.
Leaving Waco, Monday morning, it took us most of the day to get 350 miles. It was just after 5 pm when we arrived at the Coldiron yard in Oklahoma City. Time enough to make sure the trucks were, in fact, in the “bull pen”.
I whined a lot about just going home for the night and hooking up the next morning. Joe finally relented.
While I got the laundry started Joe piddled around with his stuff, he went to just sit for a minute in his recliner. Wasn’t long before he was sound asleep. I took advantage of the quiet time to get our visit with Maureen posted. It was close to 11:30 when I finished, woke Joe long enough to get him into bed.
Up at 4:30 to begin our day repacking and making sure we didn’t leave anything behind at home we were out the door by 6.
It was pretty muggy when we were hooking up. One of Joe’s trucks would not start. It had the night before when we checked them. It was nearly 10 before we drove out of the Coldiron yard and began our trip to Sauget, Illinois, which is near St. Louis.
We stopped at Dependable Transport in Joplin, Missouri to drop off papers for the trucks we had delivered for them…somewhere. I can’t remember. Oh, the Perrysburg trucks.
Joe came out of the Dependable office and went to the door of his truck. Locked. So was the passenger side. The only way in was through a tiny door on the outside of the truck that is for a storage area under the sleeper bunk.
Guess who got to shimmy through that small space!! It wasn’t Joe. I made it through that tiny hole and up into the cab. That was a bit terrifying for me. I got stuck a couple times and paniced a bit.
Once, successfully, in I made my way to the driver seat and unlocked his door. I was breathing so hard I had to calm myself down. Not from the exertion of hoisting this body off the ground but from the claustraphobic confines of a small dark space. Fearing with every move I made the sleeper bunk would shut down on my head and then I would be trapped.
It is funny now, wish either one of us had thought about having a camera handy.
Today, I’m bruised and sore in places. I sure will look at one of those storage doors differently from now on.
I’m really hoping for a few early nights. I’ve got lots of photos from the Perrysburg trip I need to get sorted and posted here. Okay, Joe is after me about getting this day started so I’ve got to stop here.
Everyone have a great week. Cooler temperatures is my wish for you all. A break in this horrid heat would sure be welcome.