We have a load that takes us within about 125 miles of home. It’s a load that I found, and they booked it for us, so it’s all good. We did have to go over 300 miles to pick it up, but that was after we had gotten a load booked that picked up on Friday afternoon, but after we confirmed that we were going to get it, I talked to the lady at the shipper and she said she wouldn’t load us because they had gotten backed up and she couldn’t justify keeping her guys any longer on overtime. That’s ok, the one we’re on works better. If we had taken the other one, we would have ended up in Oklahoma City yesterday and then would have had to finagle a load that worked us toward home.
We were in Salt Lake City, UT for the weekend and spent it in the Sapp Brother’s Truck stop. I spent Saturday afternoon getting my hair colored and it is now RED. It’s not a great picture, DH was getting creative, but it shows the red. The problem with living in a truck, is that sometimes you have to use the services in the truck stop and while I really appreciate them, sometimes you have to go with something that wasn’t what you had envisioned. My hair hasn’t been colored since May, when we were getting ready for my stepson’s wedding. Then, we were on the west coast and I got my hair streaked, which I love. It had grown out quite a lot, and I had very dark roots and the rest of it was very light brown and blond. I wanted to go all one color and ended up with Auburn (a mixture of light and dark) because that is what the hairdresser had. It’s very different when I look in the mirror now, and I think DH likes it, but he wont commit. The best I get out of him is that “it doesn’t look bad”. So is that good or just not bad?
We were in Salt Lake for the weekend and the most we did was install a new radio in our truck. It was very cold and we hooked up to Idleaire so that we didn’t have to idle and we had movies and heat, although the rear of our truck was still cold and we had to be under blankets to watch television. We rented the new 3:10 to Yuma with Russell Crowe. It was an interesting movie, rather dark, but well acted. I chose that one, instead of Elizabeth or Becoming Jane because I thought we would probably watch another one and because DH has been wanting to see it. We didn’t rent any more, but I did get to watch a bunch of HGTV, which I like while DH installed the radio in the truck. DS wasn’t happy about the HGTV, but he had been watching Encore Westerns and he got to choose that, so it was my turn.
I finally got some pictures to share with you. We had to go west of Salt Lake and pick up our load yesterday. The scenery out there was gorgeous and snow covered, but definitely camera worthy. You be the judge:
We went down a valley that led to Dugway Proving Ground. That place is in the middle of no where. You drive about 40 miles west of Salt lake and then turn south on UT 196. The road leads to the military installation and that’s all. We picked up a hummer and trailer that are going to Aberdeen Proving Ground in Maryland.
This is what our truck looks like with this load on, after we had the truck washed. Do you know what the road salt does to our truck? It makes it look horrible, although the damage that was done to the front end doesn’t help it look much better and you can see in that picture the bend in the bumper from where that guy hit us when we were in Seattle a couple weeks ago.
This is the road that led out of Dugway. It was 30 some miles from I-80 down to the main gate of the installation. As we were coming back out, I took these pictures and it really was this straight and it did lead back to civilization.
Can you imagine living in a building this small? Ruins like these are scattered all over the west. These were the kinds of buildings that people that were coming out west to homestead were putting up because they had to have something that they could live in to “prove up” on their claim, but usually built something a little bigger and more livable when they had gotten their claim “proven”.
When we got back out on I-80, one of the first things we saw was this:
There are piles and piles of salt in at least two different companies and I am assuming that it, or most of it, comes from evaporation from the Great Salt Lake, but I could be wrong. On the left you can see the Morton salt girl and now you know where at least some of the salt used in the US comes from.