“Driver, can you help a driver get home?”

After I dropped off in Trenton, Missouri I was sent east to the familiar ConAgra plant in Macon, Missouri to pick up a load headed back up to Omaha. I was less than an hour away from Omaha when my satellite unit beeped and a message appeared, asking if I could help take a load from Omaha to Des Moines, Iowa after I dropped the trailer I was carrying at the yard so another driver could get home.

Sure, why not?

So, I did what I was told and picked up a load in nearby Council Bluffs, Iowa and took it to a certain truck stop near Des Moines where we agreed to meet up. He was taking my load back east to Pennsylvania and I would take his load to our drop yard in Kansas City, Missouri.

I arrived around 2130 and told our elite staff at HQ where I was parked and to have the other driver wake me up when he arrived. He did so around 0130 and I groggily exchanged trailers and paperwork with him, then got back to sleep.

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Messed up weekend

I arrived in Russellville, Arkansas Saturday afternoon and dropped off my trailer at the cosnignee, then bobtailed over to a local truckstop. It turns out I didn’t have enough hours to pick up my next load and run it by the house, and the pickup was “any time” so no point in rushing.

The following morning I waited until sunup to depart, as it was very windy and I would be taking an empty north into the Ozark wilderness for over a hundred miles to exchange for a loaded trailer at the next shipper. I took this load blindly, and it turns out I should have done more research: Green Forest, Arkansas is at the drop-dead center of NOWHERE. Worse, the road from Russellville was a twisty, two-lane death slog of a “highway” with lots of climbing and descending. You know it isn’t going to be a good drive when you see a sign proclaiming “Curvy and Steep roads next 53 miles, drive carefully”. Only the fact that I was unloaded made it tolerable. There aren’t many places in the lower 48 where you are on a 55 MPH stretch of road with 15 and 20 MPH corners.

When I picked up there was an argument over the satellite unit about which trailer I was picking up. The paperwork I got matched the trailer number I hooked to, but it didn’t match the number in the system. Guess what, I was right, and so was the paperwork.

Then I ran back up US-65 past Branson, Missouri enjoying steep grade after steep grade all the way to Springfield, where I stopped for a few hours at the house. I was originally going to have the weekend off, but in order to deliver this load on time I had to get back on the road and finish the last five hours so I could have a full day to run today. So much for time at home this go around.

I arrived in Trenton, Missouri in the early evening only to find no cellphone coverage or internet access. Sorry I couldn’t call you for Mother’s day Mom.

I feel like I’m going in circles…

Yes, I know it has been a few days… I’ve been busy people!

I dropped off my load in Russellville, Arkansas and was given orders to deadhead over to Tulsa, Oklahoma and bring a load from there up to Omaha, Nebraska. I finished all of that this morning.

Now, I was supposed to have a load waiting nearby to go to Carthage, Missouri so I could go home for the weekend. I even accepted the pre-plan on my satellite unit days ago. But, as the cruel, cruel world would have it, some planner of (insert favorite dubious claim here) somehow managed to give it to another truck who promptly stole my load out from under me!

This has been something of a comedy of errors this week. Last week I had asked to go home around May 5 for a couple days, but somehow my dispatcher didn’t see the message. Then, May 7 was agreed to, but that came and went. Now May 9th was supposed to be “the day” but that fizzled as well. Worse, the new load that will take me home after this Russellville load won’t give me enough time there to reset my hours so I’m going to have to run on what I pick up for the next couple weeks.

Bleh.

Off to Arkansas

After I delivered this morning I picked up a load in Kansas City, Missouri and brought it up to Omaha, Nebraska and handed off the delivery to a local driver while I put my truck in the shop. Later, I got beeped with a load for tomorrow picking up nearby and delivering tomorrow night in the now-familiar Russellville, Arkansas. It is a fairly easy nine or ten hour drive, which is good because I only have 9 3/4 hours to use tomorrow.

Thar she blows!

I was awakened late last night by my truck rocking violently back and forth. For a moment I sleepily thought someone was driving and we were going down one hell of a bumpy road, but it turns out it was just the wind. There were some fierce thunderstorms moving through with gusts I estimate at 40-50 mph and the big slab sides of my truck were catching a lot of air. It isn’t unusual for some gentle rocking from time to time but this was by far the most violent I’ve yet encountered while asleep.

It turns out the destination is actually Osage City, Kansas, not Osage Beach. There is an Osage Beach in Missouri that confuzzled me. That is my story and I’m sticking to it.

Anyway, I arrived this morning and found the consignee with a BIG helping hand from my GPS. It was dark, the side street I needed wasn’t obvious but the electronic directions were spot on. I wuv you mannnn!

I’m pooped

Well, my alarm did go off at oh-dark-thirty yesterday morning and I made it to the Sears distribution center in Denver a few minutes past my delivery time. The Powers That Be ordered me to drop my trailer there and go rustle up a reefer from a nearby company, but they were out. This put the kibosh on a planned load picking up later that evening with two drops the following day, which I didn’t mind losing out on.

Later, the buzzer went off and the orders were to pick up an empty to take to the all-too-familiar Budweiser plant in Fort Collins then unload the following day in Osage Beach, Kansas. I made it as far as Salina, Kansas this afternoon before my hours ran out and just for a change I stopped at the Flying J instead of the Bosselman Pilot I normally use. Nicer parking area, I note.

Tomorrow I gain only 6.5 hours to use on top of the 15 minutes I didn’t use today so I will be done by midday most likely. I haven’t really been keeping track of the miles since I started with Hill Bros (this was easy to do at CFI with their online system) but I know if I’m running out my log book in short order then I’m spending my time doing something productive.

Finagled to Denver

Well, I toted that load up to Dallas then dropped it at our yard and grabbed an empty, bringing it over to a Sears distribution center. The load I picked up there is due in Denver tomorrow morning at 0800 which is a very tight deadline. This afternoon I arrived in Amarillo, Texas about 440 miles away from my delivery and I leave at 0130 tomorrow morning in order to get it there in time. If my alarm wakes me up, of course.