As we travel south everything gets greener, the grass, the buds on the trees, like watching a time-lapse film of spring. The snow on the ground back home in Canada makes me think spring is bluffing about showing up at all. Like last year when it RSVP’d but sent summer in its place, fashionably late.
We’ve been travelling in the truck (which if it were a human, would be bi-polar) for six days and have already dropped 3 loads and crossed the boarder twice. This truck, which is now our home, runs in extremes. The thermostat (which has already been repaired once) will only blow blasting cold, when we’re up north, or heat now that we’re travelling south no matter which setting you choose. As soon as we’ve fixed one issue, another pops up in it’s place (we’ve already spent 12 hours in St. Germain, QC waiting for repairs).
The mattress has very eager springs that jab in all the wrong places, although I guess there’s really no ‘right’ place for springs to jab. We’ve flipped it in every direction we can think of but it’s still uncomfortable.
With that said, compared to the van, it’s a penthouse.
Because these trucks (a Peterbilt 387 for those of you who care) are designed for long haul travel they’ve been constructed to make organization easier, and for those organized types, as you know, once you have a place for everything it’s dead simple to keep it clean.
I know we’ve seen America before, but now it seems like we’re seeing it through the back door. Like going to a play but only seeing it from the side curtains. We see a lot of the show from an angle that most will never experience but in a way there’s a lot that we miss because we just don’t fit. Side roads? Forget about it. We’re over 21 metres (73 ft) long which means the only places we can stop are places made for the truck turning radius.
On our first trip out I forgot my power adapter for my computer which meant calling a cab to a closed weigh station and doing a round trip to pick it up because the truck would never fit down those streets.
So here we are barreling through tornado alley heading towards the lone star state hoping our bi-polar truck keeps it together just long enough for us to make it all the way to the Gulf of Mexico and soak in the humidity while our friends and family suck up one more snow storm back home.