I watch through my windshield as the moon rises… while the sun sets in the mirrors. Two very separate wonders,each visually stunning in its own right. Two very distinct instances, occurring at the same moment in time. A brief juncture… a pause in time, I witness as the road whispers, beckoning me to follow. Where it will take me, I know not. Yet I feel the anticipation with each mile that slides by. Miles, marked not by poles or signs, but by esthetic visions of beauty.
The sights, are sometimes hard to describe… so striking, individual, and momentary. I am privileged to view sunsets from all over the states and it still amazes me. One day I see the sun rise over the Appalachian mountains, the sunset in Salt Lake City that evening. A mystically vibrant moon, hanging low over an Arizona Desert mountain, draped with shadows. The ominous storm shrouded moon of the Wyoming wilderness, seemingly veiled in steamy lace.
I spent the last few weeks, crisscrossing the United States. Starting from North Carolina, across to Salt lake City, then off to Pennsylvania and Ohio. We had a brief pause there, just long enough to do our laundry, then we’re rolling again. Southern California was the next destination, not necessarily of choice. We had actually been set to visit Colorado, but got sidetracked and had to swap loads. After a quick visit to Yuma Arizona, we were off once again to the north east, and the area of great lakes. Anticipating a short run to the south, we were disappointed to find ourselves navigating a winter wonderland in Wyoming and Idaho. Then finally a fast run south toward the border and home again. All within the time period of just over a week.
Needless to say, boring the job is not. In a little over 7 days, we managed to put more than 8000 miles behind us. I do believe it would have been more, except for the fact we got caught twice by road closures in Wyoming. Two days it took us to cross Wyoming into Idaho, and back again. The weather and roads, made me feel very much at home, for it was just like a good old fashioned blizzard in South Park. My trainer was blessed in that he had two trainees with previous experience who knew how to drive. I even taught him how to put tire chains on the truck, a feat he had successfully avoided for many years.
I made it home for Thanksgiving, just barely. Now I’m once again in classroom training for a few days. Then I’ll be assigned a phase two driver and have to spend some time making them some money. Eventually, I will get into my own truck and have a chance to take a breath, perhaps even enjoy some of the scenery I travel through. I’m still enjoying the ride, and making the best of everything, biding my time until it’s my turn to make the cash.