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Rumors of a serial barn killer abound in the northern mid west.

The quiet little communities of northwestern Nebraska, southwestern South Dakota, and southwestern Minnesota are not the place one would think of as a hot spot for rampant carnage.  The harvested fields lay wide open along the highways exposing acres of open ground.

Near Winnebago, Nebraska

Near Winnebago, Nebraska

In the barn community there are rumors.  Rumors of a serial barn killer.  The evidence is unsettling.  These two in Nebraska have the barns in an uproar.

US 81 in Nebraska

US 81 in Nebraska

This barn in Minnesota has survived an attack but is in critical condition.

I-90 in Minnesota

I-90 in Minnesota

Investigators are doing their best to sift through the witness accounts.  An attempt is being made to figure out what is fact and what is fiction in this ongoing investigation.  Interviews with these two witnesses seem to be part of the problem.  Each has a different story to tell about what they know.

Near Columbus, Nebraska on US 81

Near Columbus, Nebraska on US 81

Another group of investigators have tried to interview these barns and have had very little success.  It seems, according to a source, the atmosphere here is one of gathering together and not saying much.

US 81 in South Dakota

US 81 in South Dakota

A couple of investigators have had to deal with a small group of paranoid barns.  These barns have voiced their concern of an evil monster stalking them all.  One of the barns, the one in the forefront, has even stated that this is the work of the devil and has even seen it.

US 81 in Nebraska

US 81 in Nebraska

Investigators are not discounting the rumor of the devil in these accounts.  In fact, one investigator has actually seen it.

I-90 in South Dakota

I-90 in South Dakota

I-90 in South Dakota

I-90 in South Dakota

Getting information from the barn community is a hit and miss proposition for the investigators.  This barn is not saying anything.  In fact, this barn didn’t even want to talk to investigators.

I-90 in Minnesota

I-90 in Minnesota

This barn tried to hid their face from the cameras during an interview and only spoke in whispers to the investigators.

I-90 in Minnesota

I-90 in Minnesota

The deaths of these two barns have been under investigation for some time.  It is presumed these two had been among the first of the serial barn killers victims.

I-90 in Minnesota

I-90 in Minnesota

Investigators have had their hands full in dealing with barns that are so frightened by the events that all the barns do is scream and cry.

I-90 in Wisconsin

I-90 in Wisconsin

While some barns have been helpful there has been one that has been quite rude.  Demanding the investigators to get off their property.

I-90 in Wisconsin

I-90 in Wisconsin

This barn would not come out and talk with investigators.  Preferring to stay behind a screen and out of view of the photographers.

I-90 in Minnesota

I-90 in Minnesota

This barn, when interviewed, said that it had seen the whole thing and was living in terror.  Protection teams have been posted to keep this barn safe.  This barn says that it has photographic proof of the barn killer.

I-90 in South Dakota

I-90 in South Dakota

This is the proof the barn shared with investigators.

US 81 in South Dakota

US 81 in South Dakota

Okay folks, this is the last of my barn photos.  If there are any people that read my blog and are the owner(s) of any of these barns, not highly likely though, I hope I have not offended you.  If, in the unlikely event, you do spot your barn and it is not located where I have indicated on the photo remarks please feel free to leave a comment with the proper location.

These photos were taken over two weeks ago and I don’t have a very good memory….especially if it has been more than 5 minutes :/


York to Perrysburg

I’m so glad we are in the part of our country that has trees, pasture, fields of corn, soybeans, rice, and cotton, not to forget alfalfa and the grains of oats and barley.  I’ve had enough of dirt and rocks.  Don’t get me wrong, there is beauty in the arid regions of the US, but I need the green of grass and trees.

"Heavy Plant"

I received an email from Lynn in the UK.  She reads bits of my blog to her husband, Rod, from time to time.  In her email Rod passed on a message to me, through her.  In the UK the big equipment used to do road construction are called “Heavy Plant”.

We had left York, Nebraska at around 7:30 in the morning and continuing our trip east on I-80.  When we neared Omaha the huge earth movers were out, so was the sun and my photos of them were worse than this one.

I have no idea what these steaming behemoths are but I thought they could qualify for Rod’s “Heavy Plant” 🙂

Rolling hills of Iowa

Iowa, in my opinion, is spectacular.  Rolling hills all along I-80.  Fields of sunflowers, corn, soybeans, and alfalfa are everywhere.

The farmsteads can be picturesque.  The first time I came through Iowa with Joe I asked why a lot of the fields had terraces.  The hills, he told me, are very steep in places with natural berms.  The farmers have learned to use the berms to their advantage for moisture run-off.  The natural berms keep the ground from washing away during the heavy rains of summer and the snow melt in spring.

Iowa gets a ton of snow in the winter time.  Not just snow but some pretty harsh winds also.  When Princess was with us she would make me crazy.  Well, craziER.  She’d start to do her business in one spot, smell a spot that was more enticing and head for that one, then find a different one and away she’d go to that one.  All the while I’m standing out in the frigid air with the wind blowing all around me.  My eyes watering and my nose running, and my mouth grumbling for her to hurry up already.

Rivers running over

The rivers, creeks, and streams we drive over are usually lazy running, or just have a trickle.

Recently there has been a lot of rain and all the water ways are full or running over with the abundance of water.  This late in the year it is unusual for these waters to be so full.  Spring and early summer are when the flooding dangers are most likely to happen.

Southern Illinois and eastern Iowa seem to have the worst trouble with flooding since the Mississippi River runs through them at the state lines.  But this is much further north and, as I’ve said, unusual for this time of year.

Sometimes there is a vehicle or two parked off the shoulder and a fisher person can be spotted at the rivers edge.  Not this year though.

Flood waters

Joe is getting used to me and my blog now.  While he was in front and about half a mile ahead of me he called me on the radios we carry to tell me of the flooded out area he was at.

I don’t know if you can see them, there are a few vehicles in the water nearly up to their roof.  There is an ambulance nearer the roadway on the left that is nearly underwater.

The poor people that live in the homes in the distance.  I can’t imagine what they are going through.  When the waters recede they will have mud and junk in their home to clean up.  Floors and walls to replace.  Furniture and precious other belongings to throw out in the trash because of being ruined by the waters.

Flooded field

Before we left York, Nebraska this morning I had heard on the local news about the rains they had for the past six days.  Now there were stories of all the flooding that had occurred in the area.  36 people lost their lives to this flood.

Seeing all this water, nearly everywhere, tugged at my heart.  When I saw the field of corn standing in water I really felt bad for the farmer.

They gamble enough each year on planting a crop that will bring them an income.  Some years there is no rain and little in the way of irrigation water, other years they get good rains.  This year they had more rain than they have had in quite a long time.

This field is partially ruined, as far as I can tell.  Waiting for this end to dry out so it can be harvested will be a long wait.  My only hope is that these farmers did not have a family member lost to the flood as well as losing a crop.

Sipping Barn

On a lighter note.  I LOVE BARNS!!!

Barns have faces.  Okay, I know they don’t have faces but it is my story.

This barn is having a sip of chocolate milk through a straw.

Some barns have two eyes while others are metaphysical and have a third eye.  This barn has a hay loft.  I know that because its nose moves open to expose the place way up high for the hay to be stored in.

When I was a child, I remember trying to help some people move bales of hay.  How they tolerated me being there I have no clue.  I accomplished nothing except a lot of grunting and heavy breathing.  The bale of hay I was trying to move was winning.

Come Hither Barn

This barn made me think of a woman with false eyelashes.  Maybe it is Mae West and she is saying “Why don’t you come up and see me sometime?”.

I’m sure the owner of the barn would not appreciate my take on their barn, would they find out.

After taking this picture I had a chance to look at it a bit closer.  On the side is another “face” and it caused me to think that maybe, just maybe, this barn is a bit “two faced”.  Oh my goodness, I crack myself up 🙂

Still, barns are my most favorite structure.  They keep many things safe from the elements.  Machinery, animals, and hay, among other things.

Big Moustache

I think this guy needs to go to the barber and get that moustache trimmed and spiffed up a bit.

Kind of reminds me of an old man I knew when I was younger.  He had a red face, not as red as this barn, and a big bushy moustache that splayed out straight from each side of his mouth.  When he talked the moustache kind of vibrated.   When he laughed it went a bit wilder.  He’d tame it back out to its proper splayed position with his fingers and keep on talking.  He was a man with a big belly also.  He’d slap the palms of his hands on his belly when he would laugh, just before he fixed his bushy moustache.

Rocky I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII

Wow!  That had to have been one long, knock down drag out fight!!

This poor barn has one eye shut while the other one is bleeding.  The nose must be mashed against its face, and it seems to be gasping for air from the corners of its mouth.

The structure in front of it lost the fight in a big way.

Yes, I know.  You don’t have to tell me.  I hear the sirens on the cars that the men in white coats are riding in.

I just can’t help myself.  I love barns.

I love the things that people leave around barns.  Little do they know that they are doing it to amuse me.

Whistling Barn

This barn makes me think of someone whistling.  Happy tune or just some whistling noise.

Maybe it is whistling to Snow White’s Seven Dwarfs as they whistle while they work.  Don’t know but it sure has some pucker going on there and can’t be anything but for whistling.

I think there might be some back up singers on the side to keep time and tempo with the whistler.

This barn is in Ohio, and a bit out of the photo sequence but since I’m doing barns right now then I’ll put them all in one area and add the other photos after I’m done entertaining myself.

Ooops, a bit of snobbery here

Someone unpleasant has just moved into the neighborhood and we are not happy about it.

I’m sure the farmer that built the new barns, or had them built, only thought of having the troubles of a crumbling structure out of the way.

The paint scheme of the two new barns make me think of a couple in an evening gown and tuxedo being approached by a person of poverty.

Odd barn

This barn has made me have to think really hard.

The colors dotting the structure make me think of a robot at one time, then a botched permanent makeup session, or just someone that can’t decide what makeup they want to wear so they will try several out and see what works.

Someone has tried to do something with the face of this barn, and I’m not sure they even knew what they were going to finally end up doing.  A splotch of red, a dab of yellow, bold strokes of white, a dot of black.

Maybe this is like one of those paintings in an art gallery everyone else seems to get but me.

Oh well, I love barns.  They make me happy.

Kinze Manufacturing

Kinze Manufacturing

Since I’m doing this on farms and barns, none of them would be complete without farm machinery.

Kinze Manufacturing in Iowa has a very interesting display on their grounds.

I don’t remember the name of the town this place is located.  Only that it is at mile marker 216 on I-80 in Iowa.  Joe and I have passed this many times.  Several times we’ve taken pictures of this place from the shoulders of the road.  Last year, bold as brass, Joe drove up to their main office and asked if we could drive on their property and take pictures of these two displays up close.  They told him we could!!!  So we did.  Those are at home so I had to take more pictures to show you the displays.

The tractor thing in the smaller photo – click on it to enlarge it – is nose down.  The implement that is at the back of the trailer moves around like a clock at the quarter hour.  Go past it later and the implement thing will be at the 3 and 9 position.  Really something spectacular to see.

Chicago granite quarry

This massive hole in the ground is on I-80 out of Chicago and going toward Gary, Indiana.

Going on this piece of road at night is not bad.  It is so dark below that you would never know you are driving over a hole that would scare the wits right out of you.  In daylight it gives me the jitters all the time.

This immense hole is almost the same on the other side.  Makes me wonder how much of the granite walls are left under the bridge we travel on.  The big machinery goes under the bridge to the other side to do their digging and hauling away.

Tons, and tons of granite are shipped out of this hole daily.  It then goes places to be sliced and polished for countertops, other pieces are sent off to be crushed, while other pieces are taken to another place to be broken apart into massive boulders for landscaping.


This church is in Indiana on I-80.

In the spring and summer it is surrounded by green fields and it makes the church look welcoming and alive.  In the winter time with deep snow on the ground, harvested fields, and trees bare of their leaves this church looks forlorn.

This is such a beautiful structure.  I love the red brick, slate colored roof, and the white trim.

This might be a modest church compared to other more grandiose structures but this one fits and looks good where it is.  One of those huge ornate churches would look so out of place in this setting.

When I see this church I feel peaceful and happy, even in the winter.

Scarey forest

Maybe I should have titled this photo “Narly, dude!”

This is an orchard of some kind in Ohio.  We are near Toledo and about to get to our delivery point.  This orchard, and one similar to it on the opposite side of the road, give me the shivers each time I see it.

If there ever were witchy trees these would be them.  Some of the trees have fruit and I don’t know what it is.  The branches are so misshapen and bony.  Talk about a Halloween area, this would be my first choice for the scariest place to be.

If anyone knows what kind of trees these are, feel free to pipe up and let me know.

Joe's oopsy

The last picture I have for you is of a bent fender that had Joe totally distraught.

We stopped at a Sapp Brother truck sotp in Omaha, Nebraska for breakfast after fueling.  Joe found a spot to park in while I had to go across the street and park with the other bobtails.  When I next saw Joe he had the most hang dog look on his face.

While he was backing into a spot he went back too far and ran into a humongous tire that had been planted in concrete to keep the tractor/trailers from backing into a hurricane fence around the property.

With the trouble I had with my truck Joe did not want to tell the customer there was more coming.  He stewed on this problem for quite a while.  There is a big truck stop in Iowa called the Iowa 80 Truck Stop.  They sell bumpers there.  Joe asked me if we should just buy the bumper at the Iowa 80 and pretend like nothing happened.  Then he thought better of it and was going to call the customer and tell them of his incident.  Then he went back to wanting to just handle the problem himself.

The man who was getting these trucks had already received heavily damaged trucks recently.  One driver that does decking hit a bridge and knocked the smoke stacks off of a couple trucks.  That is about $4,000 each smoke stack plus all the other pieces of equipment involved in the repair.  Another driver ran over something in the dark and did some damage to that truck.

We have delivered to this place many times before and the customer has always thanked us for getting them safely to him.  Now Joe was in the unenviable position of telling the man that he had also done damage.  Joe finally decided to bite the bullet and be honest with the guy.  We were going to pay for the bumper ourselves anyway so maybe he would not be quite so upset.  Before Joe finished talking to the customer he felt even worse because the customer was bragging to his customer how careful we are and never bring in trucks damaged.  Joe and our man in Perrysburg got things worked out.  He found a bumper that would fit the truck right and he would only charge us one hour labor instead of the normal four hours.  So Joe got off pretty easy with a charge of $400 instead of the $650 we were looking at for the bumper and the labor had it been done at the Iowa 80 Truck Stop.

Sometimes honesty can be expensive.  But, it is always best to be honest, no matter the cost.  The trucks are delivered, the bumper is replaced, the customer is happy, and they want us back to deliver more trucks for them so it all worked out.  At least Joe is happier now.

Another weekend is here.  Lynn and her Rod are off in the wilds of the UK on Holiday.  She has a new camcorder she is trying out so hopefully she has a camera also.  Lynn, I hope that you and Rod enjoy yourselves to the fullest on your Holiday.

Nancy is back from a frustrating experience with her computer crashing.  Not everything is accounted for but she is back and I hope to see more new things she has created and posted on her blog – http://www.thenickelnook.blogspot.com.

Joe has picked up two trucks out of Oak Creek, Wisconsin – near Milwaukee – and we are on our way to the Port of Savannah in Savannah, Georgia.  They are to be delivered on Monday.  I hope that we get to stop by Paula Deen’s restaurant in Savannah “Lady and Son’s” while we are there.  I will, hopefully, have pictures of a ship port in a future post.

Everyone have a great weekend.  Stay well.

Laramie to York

I’ve been busy for the past few hours on this blog trying to get caught up.  Joe is sick with a cold and is feeling pretty bad.  The work has slowed a bit and we are near St. Louis on the Illinois side.  Hopefully we will find out what work is available tomorrow and Joe needs the rest.

Him and his confounded freezer blowing cold all the time.  Him and the air conditioning units in the hotel rooms.  Too cold at night and he has been chilled too often.  I know that a cold is a virus but we only seem to get them after long periods of hot and cold exposure.  This oppressive heat, then the snot sickle cold of the air conditioning is not good for us.

Okay…back to our regularly scheduled programming.  hahahaha

Devil's backbone

You guys are probably sick of seeing landscapes and rock formations.  Being out here mile after mile of flat land anything that raises above and is different is camera fodder.

This is a mountain range in Wyoming that runs for several miles with twists and turns.  The highway will follow it for a bit then it is out of sight.

Some people refer to this range as the Vedawoo which is some original Indian name and I don’t remember what it means.

It is really eerie at daybreak with the sunrise, and at night when the setting sun paints the sky red as it goes down.  You almost can’t help but sniff the air for the smell of sulphur.  You won’t smell it, but you sure will wonder.

Historical marker

Tree Rock Historical Marker

Tree Rock

You can click to enlarge the two historical markers.  The first one tells about the mountain range in Laramie.  The second tells about this tree growing out of a rock and how long it has been there.

Tree Rock

Tree Rock

As a foster child we had a trip to Flaming Gorge and I saw this tree in the rock.  About 13 years old I was, I think.

At that time the fence was not around the rock and kids climbed up the rock and tried to scale the tree.  I don’t know when the fence was erected, but it has been within the last 8 to 10 years.

The rock is splitting more as this tree grows and sends its roots further outward.  Now there is a steel wire wound around the rock to hold it together.  I can’t believe that this tree has been growing out of this rock since the 1800’s.  It is still alive, as noted by the green leaves.  Amazing how nature can be so persistent at times.

I-80 in Wyoming

There are several states that are over 400 miles across in the highway system.  Wyoming is another of these states, as Nevada was.

Not much farming goes on near the highway.  Lands in Wyoming are either ranch lands or coal mines.  With so much open expanse the winds are constant out there.  Some days have a light breeze, other days the wind blows so hard that you can hardly walk.  Birds flap their wings and get no where, they are just in a steady hover until they find the top of the air current and are freed from it.

There is miles and miles of nothing to see.  The road goes uphill and down, twists and turns sometimes, mostly it is flat and you can see from one horizon to the other.  Dead boring.

Repairing the railroad

Get another song stuck in your head….”I’ve been working on the railroad.  All the live long day”.

Sledge hammers, pick axes, shovels, and lifting bars have all gone by the wayside.  Machinery has been invented that rides the tracks.  There is a machine that lifts the tracks and pulls out the old railroad ties then pokes a new one in place.  Another machine will come along and drive the spike in while another machine is in front of the tie puller and the spike driver.  That machine removes the spikes and any other mechanical piece that holds the track down.

On a trip through rural Nebraska a few years back I had the opportunity to video tape each of the machines doing their job.  While I safely was on the road way shoulder I zoomed the camera lens in to see what the machine did.  Some day I will have to get that footage out and edit it and post it somewhere.

Railroad maintenance machine

Railroad maintenance machinery

Railroad maintenance

Railroad maintenance

Railroad maintenance

You can click on these pictures to enlarge them and see the machinery.

There is some strange stuff they have to work with.

According to Joe, the men long ago would get six or seven miles of track repaired a day with their pick axes, shovels, sledge hammers, and the lever bar.

These machines get 50 to 100 miles of track done each day.  It just depends on how badly the old ties are when they are taken out. Some crumble and have to have a sweeper of sorts come and brush the pieces out of the way.  There is a machine that sweeps the ballast – which is the rock along the road bed.  It gets the rock off the ties and into the road bed where it belongs.

When there is new track being laid there is a special machine that takes one end of the track off a special car and then it tack welds the new rail to the old rail.  It runs along the new rail and gets it put in the right position for the other machinery to come along behind and fix ties, pound spikes, and adjust the ballast.  Quite an operation they have going on there.

Statue of Mary

I don’t know what the actual name of this statue is.

Just at the Wyoming/Nebraska border she stands.

I think it is in a cemetary but I’m not sure about that since I go past so fast.  I wasn’t sure I would get this good of a picture of her going around the curve in the road as I did.

At night, when the sky is inky black and a few lights of the city below twinkle, there is a spot light trained on this statue.  Against the white marble or alabaster she is sculpted from and the black night sky she seems to glow.

Scared the fool out of me the first time I saw her heading west on I-80 and at night.  I thought there was a ghost out in the field because of the glow she casts.  When we got closer to her I then saw the statue and was relieved that my imagination had been the only thing to take off.

Falling Rock

There is a boulder that has escaped its confines from the top of the hill.

That monster boulder was stopped, several years ago, by the concrete barrier but can you imagine the dent your car would have had the barrier not been there?

While I was searching the road for something interesting to “show and tell” I scanned my instrument panel and saw that the voltage gauge was doing some funny stuff again.

We had been on the road for four hours already, it was getting close to noon and we were heading for Cabela’s in Sidney, Nebraska.  We didn’t have much further to travel but I thought I’d better say something to Joe about this new thing.  Especially since he had fixed it the day before.  There was something else wrong here.

Road Service

Joe and I had parked in the Cabela’s parking area for big trucks and had gone inside to do some shopping.  When we got back out to leave my truck would not start.  It would not even crank over.  The battery gauge was way low.

I told Joe.  He got into our tool boxes and brought out a big hammer.  He opened the hood of the truck, stuck his head in, told me to get in the truck.  “When I tell you to, crank the engine.  Now!”  So I turned the key in the ignition while he banged away on the starter.  Nothing.

He went to the battery compartment and lifted the lid.  Same thing, when he tells me to then crank.  He banged around on the battery posts and other stuff underneath there while I turned the key in the ignition.  Still nothing.

Joe drove about a mile away to a repair shop we saw on the way in to Cabela’s and went to talk with the service people.  A guy came out and did his investigation, then telling me to crank the engine.  Still nothing.  He went in the battery compartment and checked the batteries.

The last person to install batteries didn’t tighten the leads down good.  The service guy got out a wrench and tightened all the nuts on the battery leads.  That worked.  $120 later I was on the road.  Took a total of 15 minutes of the service guys time to get me going but I was back on the road.

Joe is still “My Hero” even though his fix was not for very long.

Old house

I saw this old house and structures and had to take a picture of it.

How do you think a real estate ad would be written about this old house?  Maybe something like….

Totally “Green” home.  Solar light and power, wind driven air conditioning, fresh water – when it rains – throughout the house.  Bonus work shop on the property.


When this “bridge” was being built both Joe and I wondered why they were making a covered bridge way out here in the middle of no where.  There are no roads that go to the bridge nor come off of it so that made us scratch our heads.

Later as we came this way again we began seeing the signs on the road about a museum being built on I-80.  This is the museum.  There is supposed to be all kinds of stuff inside about the early pioneers, fur traders, Indians, and more.

Nebraska is filled with museums from one end of the state to the other.  In Minden, Nebraska is Harold Warp’s Pioneer Museum.  Every car that has been made up to the 1960’s or 1970′ is on display there.

Heard the expression “I’ll be coming with bells on”?  I found out how that expression came to be.  Long ago when people still used horse drawn carts and buggies, there were the “tow” vehicles of that era.  The better reputation a man had for the work he could do in getting you out of a pretty bad situation at that time was clanking and jingling bells hanging from the top of his cart.  The more noise he made as he drew nearer you knew you had a AAA guy that knew his stuff or someone that was not as well versed in getting you out of the mud and fixing an axle or a wagon wheel on the spot.  Just by the amount of bells he had.

There is a Pony Express museum, a Dutch Windmill museum with the history of the Dutch settlers, museums about the early pioneers and sod busters.  Any part of our history has a museum for it in Nebraska.

York, Nebraska

Our long day ended in York, Nebraska.  About another 100 miles to Omaha and then into Iowa.

I have pictures for my next post about Iowa and the barns there.

Nebraska begins the trees, somewhere after Kimball and on eastward.  Iowa is full of trees and lots of farming.

Nebraska is farmland also.  Corn, soybeans, and alfalfa are grown in Nebraska.  Iowa has the same crops but on larger plots of land so they have barns to store the harvest and keep their equipment out of the weather since they get some pretty heavy snows in the winter.

That will have to wait for another day when I have some extra free time to get it posted.  I’m not sure how long we will be in this hotel room.  Just over night or for another night.  Joe is sleeping next to me while I’m working away here.  He needs the rest to recuperate from this cold he has.

You want to talk about a “Snot Nosed Brat”!  He is one.

Chief Motel & Restaurant

Yesterday, Saturday, we were trying to get to McCook, Nebraska to deliver. GPS indicated we would arrive at 6:30 p.m. Traffic delays in Kansas City pushed the time back to 7 p.m. Then a south wind blew hard with gusts that pushed us around.

Joe fought the wind across Kansas best he could. The arrival time kept getting later and later. We were going to be in McCook at 9:30 now. Wanting to just get in town and deliver on Sunday; I checked my iPhone for hotels in McCook. Fully occupied. All the hotels were booked for two weddings and a pool tournament.

Joe relented in his conquest of this challenge at Russell, Kansas. He was getting tired and whooped out. Hays, Kansas is where we called it a night.

Up at 5 a.m. and out the door by 6 a.m. on our way to deliver. The wind had all but stopped which made the last leg easier. Delivery was accomplished in 35 minutes, spent another 15 minutes talking to the owner of the trucks and then off to find breakfast somewhere that was not a McDonalds or Burger King.

We had to stop at Walmart to get a couple things and ask the locals where a good place to eat in McCook was.

The Chief Restaurant adjacent to the Chief Motel is a really good place to go if you find yourself in McCook, Nebraska. The corner of West “B” Street and Federal. Just west of the stop light.

Now we are on our way home for the night. 511 miles. Tomorrow we will hook up and head for California.

What Day Is It?

I think it is Friday. I’m not sure anymore.

The days, miles, towns, and states blur to form one huge question mark in my brain. Takes me a while to work it out.

If someone were to ask me, right now, where I was yesterday at this time they would be met with an empty expression on my face. They might even have to resort to waving a hand in front of my face and say “Hello..anyone in there?”.

So let me see…last night was Rockford, Illinois. Yesterday was at Creations Galore in Green Bay, Wisconsin. Wednesday night….somewhere in Green Bay since we delivered in the late afternoon.

Oh well, doesn’t matter anyway.

We have had a few sprinkles on us today. Light rain last night. My sister had 3-1/2 inches of rain in 24 hours and her basement flooded. Joseph, our son, is in Georgia. Through Atlanta this afternoon he was in torrential rain. He said it was a Monsoon. He is going to Florida then back up to Knoxville, Tennessee Sunday or Monday.

Joe is the only one with trucks this trip so I’m riding from Strafford, Missouri to McCook, Nebraska.

Monday we will be getting trucks out of the Oklahoma City area going to Fontana, California. I think just two again for Joe so I’ll ride some more.

We will be in California for a couple weeks. Shuffling Walmart trucks from Red Bluff, California to Pamona, California. We have 20 of them to move.

Somewhere along the line we will be going back to Fontana and get trucks going to Sacramento.

I will see my “California” daughter while we are there. Haven’t seen her since Thanksgiving so it will be good to see her.