Friday, February 29, 2008


You remember me mentioning in my last entry how I was so looking forward to our next assignment, which was over sized? Let me tell you my little tale. We had a peaceful night's rest at the closed down Bayliner Plant in Salisbury, MD Wednesday night, and awaited the opening of the gate so that we could get our next load. We knew it was going to be a tight fit, and hat's off to the two lone loaders left at the plant, in using every spare inch of room they had on our trailer getting these two boats loaded, which Craig and I affectionately called our whales. Meet Humpty and Dumpty.

With the delay of our trailer getting fixed, we were behind the eight ball to make this delivery, given the fact that it was, as you can see, over sized, we had to deal with permits and restricted travel times, and we knew Mother Nature was coming for a visit. We didn't even leave Maryland until 10:30am, but enjoyed the scenic ride from Maryland into West Virginia and our first spotting of snow we have had in a long time. As the sun slowly set into the west, we had to call it a night just as we crossed into Pennsylvania from West Virginia.

Up this morning, we tuned into The Weather Channel, and watched as the storm cell was approaching right where we needed to be. If it got too bad, with the restrictions of the oversize, we feared we would have to shut down and not make our delivery for today. But a little good luck and some good planning, and although we did run into snow on the Ohio Turnpike, we didn't deem it so bad as to pull over and stop. So onward we went, counting down the miles until we could finally get Humpty and Dumpty off our trailer.

We pulled into the dealership at 2pm EST, well before their cut off time they gave us, but not early enough to be at our next dispatch in Bucyrus, OH to load before the weekend. As Humpty and Dumpty were slowly extricated from our trailer into their new surroundings, both Craig and I sighed a sigh of relief that another load was delivered safely. The only thing left to do was find a place for us to stay for the weekend, and therein lies the end of my whale of a tale.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008


Tuesday morning we decided to go back to the Sea Ray plant a couple of hours earlier than they said, just in case the trailer was ready, and you know what? No sooner had we parked the truck than we saw our trailer, loaded with the two boats destined for Virgina, being towed out to the yard. The driver knew from the broad smile on my face that the trailer belonged to us. We hooked up, got our paperwork and headed east.

I don't know of too many drivers who really enjoy east coast driving. The cities are large, the roads and over crossings are not that big or high, and parking is at a premium if you can find it. Add to that, the rest areas have a 2 hour limit for parking, and everywhere I called, Virginia DOT and the Virginia State Police, both said that it was enforced. We knew we would have a dilemma leaving Knoxville mid morning and heading towards Virginia, but we needed to get as far as we could. The one big truck stop we found on Interstate 64 wasn't close enough, which left us with a medium Pilot on the other side of Richmond, which would work out good, but the question was, would there be a spot?
With anticipation we drove on and finally got to the exit and made our way into the driveway. We could see already that it was full, but as luck would have it, there was a makeshift spot to park in that really wasn't a spot. Less than an hour later we saw a truck leave one of the official spots, and since it was an easy pull up and then back in, that's exactly what Craig did. Nestled in our parking spot we set the alarm to wake us up early enough to get us to the docks in Portsmouth.

Traffic was good, we even found the correct spot to go to check in. We waited for our escort to take us through a maze of containers and then direct us to park and wait for someone to off load the boat which was headed to Spain. About an hour later we finally see the forklift and dock workers arrive, and with signed paperwork, and one less boat on our trailer, we were headed 180 miles away to Woodbridge, VA.

We made our way up Interstate 95 to the dealership in record time, only to have to wait yet again for an hour until they were ready to off load the boat. We were watching the time as we knew we had to make it through the Washington DC area and a place we knew we could stay for the night. As we drove by Bowie, MD I gave a shout out to one of my regular blog readers Mom, and waved as we went by. We finally made it into Salisbury, MD to the Bayliner Plant which is closing down. We had their entire parking lot to use for our home for the night and for that we are extremely grateful. Now if I could only feel that way about the oversize load we will be getting in the morning.

Tuesday, February 26, 2008


We are still in Knoxville. After dropping the boat at the Sea Ray Plant Friday afternoon, sitting the weekend resetting the driving hours and waiting until the Brunswick Plant opened on Monday, here we still are. We had such high hopes of getting our load and heading to our delivery, but that was all tabled when upon arrival at the Plant early Monday morning they did an inspection on the trailer.

You see, Brunswick owns the trailers we use on the Marine Division, so every time they get one into their facility they like to do an inspection, which is good because they can do preventive maintenance , which then can avert any problems you might have while out on the road. Which is exactly what they did for us. They found that the seals and brakes on the trailer needed replaced, and as we sat in the truck patiently waiting the day lingered on, and on, and on. It took much longer for them to do the repairs then they thought, and finally around 1pm the man in charge told us to come back on Tuesday as they would not have it completed by the end of the day.

So off we went back to the Pilot, about 5 miles away, this time without our trailer. Sure, parking was much easier, but we would have much preferred to have been headed down the Interstate than sitting. We did put the down time to good use, as I got caught up on laundry and over the weekend Craig used some of his excess energy to shine the wheels on the truck, but the gypsy inside us longed to be going anywhere.

When we had first received this dispatch, it had us going to Jacksonville, FL and Woodbridge, VA, but when we arrived at the boat plant, it was discovered there was an error in the information. So when we finally get our load and head on down the road we will be going to the docks in Portsmouth, VA and then to a dealership in Woodbridge, VA. A short trip of only about 700 miles, but rumor has it they have two more loads already set up for us so we should stay plenty busy over the next week or so.

Sunday, February 24, 2008


Where do you go for a good old southern style Sunday supper? The Cracker Barrel of course. When we arose this morning we decided to get the truck and trailer washed and move about 30 miles down Interstate 40 to a Pilot truck stop which is close to the Brunswick boat plant. An even better reason to move there was that we both knew there was a Cracker Barrel restaurant right across the street. Ever since my first experience at their establishment in Illinois, I have been hankering to get to go there again, and what better time than Sunday afternoon for supper?

There were no choice to be made on what to eat once we saw the Sunday Fried Chicken Special that was on the menu. This is the type of chicken that takes you back to your younger days, when "fried" was not a dirty word, and Grandma cooked it up in a black cast iron skillet. Where the coating was crispy and the chicken tender and juicy. Mashed potatoes, corn, corn bread, and sweet tea rounded out the meal. We couldn't help but smile and reminisce about great meals from our childhood.

When we had finished our meal, we had no choice but to finish our meal by sharing a piece of Coca Cola cake and home made vanilla bean ice cream. Yum Yum...... As we made our way cautiously back across the street, we couldn't have asked for a better way to spend a Sunday afternoon...... now if only we liked NASCAR our Southern experience would have been complete.

Saturday, February 23, 2008


We got up way before the crack of dawn to take showers and head out to our delivery destination of Vonore, TN. I can't really say the sun came out, because it remained firmly seated behind the gray blanket that was left over from the day before. We had heard of some rain and thunder storms that were predicted for the area, but all it managed to do was drizzle all day long. So with our lone little boat taking center stage on our trailer we headed east along Interstate 40.

Traffic moved along nicely until right before Nashville, TN. We started seeing the bright red lights of brakes being applied, so we turned up the CB to try and hear what might be causing the slow down. Evidently, there was a big rig off the side of the roadway. They had emergency personnel lining the slow lane, as traffic tried to merge over into the fast lane. Talk on the CB stated that it had been there awhile, and as we passed by, I saw that there were HazMat personnel also on scene. I couldn't tell what the box van had inside, but there were plenty of people on top and inside trying to neutralize it.

Once past Nashville, we continued on towards Vonore. Just 15 miles from the boat plant, we passed another driver who had just left with his freshly loaded trailer. He joked with us that we seemed to be going the wrong way and if we were headed to the plant we better hurry as they were closing down in 30 minutes. But wait, Craig had called when we got the dispatch and they told him that they would be there until midnight. I can tell you, those last 15 miles seemed like it took forever, but we finally got to the guard shack, checked in, and after hunting down the work crew taking a last break before calling it day, they off loaded the boat in less than 10 minutes.

Shortly after putting in our empty call, we were sent a dispatch just a few miles away in Knoxville, TN to the main Brunswick Boat Plant. We won't be able to pick up our load until Monday morning, so we'll do a reset of Craig's driving hours and hang out, watch some pay per view movies, and relax for the weekend.

Thursday, February 21, 2008


No, I'm not referring to the 1967 hit song by the British band Procol Harum, but the blanket of grayness that enveloped us throughout the day. Sure, the sun rose, but it hid behind the overcast, hazy skies all day. The temperature never rose above 27 degrees leaving ice on the roadways, and the locals, seemingly to us, unfamiliar with navigating in these conditions, drove cautiously and well below the speed limit. The visions of those less lucky, spilled on their sides upon the medians, a haunting reminder of what would befall them, if they did not drive with care.

At a truck stop at the Texas/Oklahoma border, we were approached by two drivers wondering from which direction we had come. When told we had come from the west, they anxiously asked us how the road conditions were. Having done battle in Canada, the frigid cold of North Dakota and Minnesota, and not forgetting to give Wyoming it's dues, we both told them we didn't think it was so bad. Sure, there were a few "oops" moments we had seen along side the roadways, but to us, it seemed okay to drive in. The one driver mentioned that, yes, he had driven before in Washington State, but this was "different", after all it was Texas. Not wanting to argue the point, we both bid him a safe journey and proceeded inside to get our morning coffee.

We ventured on making a stop for a lunch break in Oklahoma City, and then headed towards the Arkansas border. The sun continued to hide behind the grayness, but it did warm to the mid 30's, and the ice began to fall from our truck. We pulled into the Petro Truck Stop in Little Rock thankful to have had yet another safe journey and have a tale to tell. Taking a little creative license with the chorus of the song, I imagine there were stories told this evening by many drivers of their adventures out on the roads.

And so it was that later
As the trucker told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale

Wednesday, February 20, 2008


We made it almost 500 miles before we stopped for the night in Seligman, AZ at a little gas station with a large dirt lot to park in. Inside the store, Craig was able to purchase a classic Route 66 t-shirt for his travel collection of appareal. As you travel this area you see the crumbling stone and wood ruins of past businesses that once lined the famed Route 66, the ghosts of a by gone time in history, when getting your kicks on Route 66 was the thing to do. But that doesn't stop the businesses remaining in trying to keep the nostalgia of that era alive by selling souvenouirs. Always happy to help the local commerce, we were more than happy to oblige them with our purchase.

We got further than we thought, given the fact that we were able to load the boat and get on the road earlier than we expected. We now have exactly 1800 miles to get to Tennessee by Friday, and as Craig likes to say, it is definately "doable". He is much more the "can do" person, where I tend to lean towards the "what ifs". We often laugh about his glass half full and my glass half empty. I imagine that is what makes us such a great team, together we have a balance, just call us ying and yang.

We left Wednesday in the morning darkness, and as we approached the Flagstaff area it started to snow. The temperatures were just at 32 degreees, so it was a very wet and slushy snowfall, which did not stick to the roadway. The inclimate weather did not last long at all, and as the sun rose, the sky was blue with a few gray clouds hanging around.

With such a light load, we received the green signal of the prepass transponder in our cab and were able to bypass the scales. Before we knew it, we had driven almost 6 hours and stopped to fix some lunch at the Big Sky Casino in Acoma, New Mexico. While Craig made a few phone calls, I ventured inside to pay a visit to their coffee bar to get us a caffeine treat. Alas, with both hands full, I wasn't able to test my luck at the slot machines.

After driving 650 miles we shut down for the night in Vega, TX at a little Shell station off the Interstate. With the temperatures down in the 20's, it should make for a nice chilly night to get our sleep...... and that is something this Ying and Yang both enjoy!

Tuesday, February 19, 2008


One of the things I love best about starting our day driving in the early morning, is watching the sunrise, a fresh start to a new day, and the many possibilities for something great to happen. You also get the chance, every once in awhile, to see a hot air balloon, gently floating in the quiet of the early morning mist. Craig and I had the opportunity to go on a hot air balloon ride for our first anniversary, and it was something I will never forget, and something that I would want to do again.

We spent a leisurely drive on Sunday going down Interstate 5, with a stop to get the truck and trailer washed, and another stop at a Starbucks, that to my excitement, had convenient truck parking. We rolled into a truck stop in Fowler, CA for the night. We had planned it that way, since Craig's parents live just a few miles away in Selma. We called them Monday morning, and were able to spend part of the day with them, and the other part catching up on our laundry and replenishing some supplies at the local Wal Mart.

Up before the sunrise this morning, we took off for Visalia to pick up the boat going back to the Sea Ray plant in Tennessee. Arriving before the employees, we went about getting the straps out and putting up some framework for the boat. The sun was just rising and peeking out from the hazy sky as Craig was busy at work. When the employees arrived, we had the boat loaded, secured, and the paperwork signed in under an hour. We really needed to get an early start as we are aiming for a delivery in Tennessee by Friday, about 2300 miles away.

It seems we have retraced our recent routes quite a bit lately, and we found ourselves on Highway 58 again, headed towards Barstow and the connection to Interstate 40, which will be the only Interstate we will be on, all the way to Tennessee. Driving back through the desert, and past the city of Mojave, you begin to see the Joshua trees. It reminded me of the U2 album of the same name, and one of my favorite songs. But unlike the band and the song, "I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For", Craig and I have found what we are looking for. A lifestyle that affords us the opportunity to see things and experience life out on the road, and for now it's suits us perfectly, that is, until it is time to look for something else.

Sunday, February 17, 2008


So what do you do when you have all the time in the world to get to Visalia, CA and you come upon a Casino? You don't have to twist our arms, or ask us twice, we made the decision to stop and play awhile. For the truck drivers that read this blog, and get the chance to travel Interstate 5 in Corning, CA, check out the Rolling Hills Casino. There is a large lot for truck parking, a travel clubhouse where there are laundry facilities, showers, and a lounge. We opted to get a room at the Ramada Inn, parked no more than 30 yards from the front door, and had an easy little walk to the casino.

Inside the casino they have two separate sections, a smoking, and a non smoking gambling area, which our lungs were very thankful for. Another great feature is that they have self serve coffee and soda machines. No more waiting for a hostess to come by, take your order and wait for a tiny little glass of soda. They also had a small deli where you could get some pretty healthy sandwiches with fruit.

We had a bite to eat, gambled a little, and then decided to stretch out and enjoy the room and the king size bed. In the morning, after enjoying the large bathroom area, we were able to use our voucher we received at check in at the hotel for a free breakfast in the restaurant in the Casino. I have to say, it was one of the best breakfasts we have had in awhile.

Our stomachs were full, so we decided to try and give away $10.00, but the casino would have nothing to do with taking our money, as we managed to walk away with an extra $50.00 in our pockets. Both Craig and I give this place two thumbs up and will look forward to making it a stop in our future travels. So if you are ever in the area, and are wondering what to do, stop by the Rolling Hills Casino in Corning, CA. (This message brought to you by The Paskenta Band of Nomlaki Indians)

Friday, February 15, 2008


Unlike the pioneers of old, we did not have to blaze a trail to our delivery destination, but I couldn't help but think about what they must have thought when coming upon this beautiful area. On Interstate 5, from Redding to Portland, there is green every where. When passing Lake Shasta you get to see just how low the water is from past years, but the water is just a blue as ever. The area had changed a bit from when we were just here a little over a week ago, as most of the snow had melted, and the roads where clean and dry.

Mount Shasta was still looking as regal as ever. Craig and I always comment when driving by it, how we remember as kids drinking Shasta sodas and how the mountain looks exactly like the image on the soda cans. For those of you who read this blog and live on the east coast, was Shasta soda available where you live?

We made it as far as Rice Hill, OR before stopping for the night. That left us a little under 180 miles to our delivery this morning. We decided to sleep in past our normal 4am or 5am wake up time, and left after breakfast around 6:30am. With the directions I had obtained from the consignee the day before, we had no problem finding the machine shop and found out what we were hauling was some type of milling machine.

They carefully went about lifting it off the trailer with two forklifts, just high enough so that Craig could pull the trailer out from under it. Then we went to work folding up the tarp and putting away the straps and chains.

As soon as we put in our empty call we were dispatched to go to Visalia, CA, which would have us retrace our route right back the way we came. We are picking up a Sea Ray boat that needs to go back to the plant in Vonore, Tennessee. But, like we have found out all too many times this winter, the boat dealer in Visalia is operating under winter hours, which means they are closed, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday. That leaves us with almost 4 days to drive 800 miles. Oh well........ we'll have plenty of time to blaze our own trail and take in the beautiful scenery this time of year.

Thursday, February 14, 2008


I have never been a big proponent of the whole Valentine's Day hoopla or the pressure of society to buy presents because the day on the calendar says so. No anxiety for either Craig or I over holidays or even birthdays and anniversaries. When the want is there to spoil one another , and it does quite often, we do, and enjoy it much more than because someone once said, today is the day you "must" buy something for the one you love. It works for us, but people are still amazed we don't give gifts on those special days. The way we look at it, every day we can spend together, laughing, sharing thoughts and ideas, and enjoying this great adventure we are on, is a gift in itself.

Speaking of that, we went back on the board this morning eager to get back to work. We were given a dispatch to swap trailers with another marine driver who met us at the company yard in French Camp. He was slated for home time, and no sooner had we unhooked, than he was off for home and we were looking at a trailer loaded with some type of machinery, inside a metal crate, headed for North Plains, Oregon. It's only 650 miles to our delivery, and after being off for a week, it was a nice little run to get us back into the groove of things. After stopping by the nearest truck stop to scale the load, we headed north towards Sacramento and beyond.

Just to let you know we are not immune to the whole spirit of the day, I'll leave you with this image, and may you celebrate Valentine's Day in your own special way!

Sunday, February 10, 2008


Thursday we thought we would have the day to do some clothes shopping, as the jeans I have been wearing lately have seen better days. But as we were about to walk out the door, we received a phone call from the Company, telling Craig that they had run a random DMV check, and it showed that he did not have a current physical on file. When he had returned to work the end of October, he had a DOT physical completed, and had mailed it in. DMV had apparently lost his paperwork, so we had to make some phone calls and take a couple of trips to DMV to get it all straigtened out.

So most of the day Thursday, and the early morning of Friday was spent getting the physical fiasco straightened out. Once that was done we could concentrate on more fun! Let me tell you, it took less time to pick up all we needed clothing wise, than it did to deal with DMV. I also had time to get my hair done and complete our taxes. Saturday we spent the day with Craig's parents in Selma, and tonight my Mom is cooking me a belated birthday dinner, topped off by my favorite German Chocolate Cake!

Monday we are off to San Jose, CA to visit friends, Tuesday a belated birthday celebration with my twin nieces who turned 21 while we were out on the road, and Wednesday I have my dental appointment. Quicker than a blink of an eye, it will be Thursday and we will be off again, but until then, weary or not, we will try and get in as much as we can before we climb back into the truck and head on down the road again.

Thursday, February 07, 2008


We made it. Wednesday afternoon we pulled into the Company yard in French Camp, CA and patiently waited for a ride into Modesto. While we waited, Craig put in a very long list of items that needed to be checked and/or fixed on the truck. I went about gathering all the bedding and clothes to be washed, reorganized the entire inside of the truck, and packed up the computer for our home time. We will be picking up our rental car later this morning and then it is off to the races.

We have quite a bit of personal business to take care of, especially concerning our property in Washington State, like getting electric, water, and sewer transferred over to our name. Our next pass through in WA, we will sit down and order our park model cabin for our lot, and we hope to have it in place by late summer/early fall. The rest of the time will be spent catching up with family and friends, a dental appointment, a stop by the salon for hair and nails, and copious stops by Starbucks.

As much as we were looking forward to having some time off, it was funny. As soon as we pulled into the yard, I was already missing waking up and being able to take off to a new destination the next morning. This lifestyle gets into your blood, and I never knew how much I would love it when we first began this adventure.

Due to not being able to get in to see the Dentist until Feb 13th, we will not be back out on the road until Valentine's Day. I couldn't think of a better way to celebrate than being with Craig back in the truck, and on the road again. I'll be posting a couple more times while on time off, after all, I'll need to take a break from my lattes now and then.

Tuesday, February 05, 2008


Good fortune has been riding with us the last couple of days. Not only were all the roads clear of snow and ice on the passes and summits we crossed, but the skies were blue, the clouds white, and the temperatures just to our liking, in the 40's. It was a beautiful day on Monday to get a good look at Mount Shasta. As we passed by it, I took this picture, as I thought it looked as if there was a halo hovering atop the peak.

We made it as far as our Company yard in French CA, where we called it a night, after first trying to stay at a Flying J in Lodi and finding to our surprise, not one spot open to park, and it was only 5pm. There was plenty of room at the yard, where I was able to drop off our trip packet from our last assignment before the end of the pay period.

Waiting until sunrise, we left this morning a little after 6am and headed towards our delivery location in Adelanto, CA. Down Interstate 5 you notice the vast amount of truck traffic that runs up and down this freeway.

Our routing took us off the Interstate onto some secondary highways and across the Mojave Desert and by Edwards Air Force Base. We arrived at our destination at 1:30pm and were unloaded and on our way by 2pm. And where might we be headed? Right back the same way we came, but this time with an extended stay in French Camp for some well deserved home time! I'll see you at the local Starbucks!

Monday, February 04, 2008


By there, I mean home, and by home, I mean California. Prior to our 36 hour reset of Craig's driving hours in Canada, we had been given a new load assignment to pick up a boat mold in Sedro-Woolley, WA. Our rest period ended Sunday morning, so off we went 60 miles away, just hoping to find a place to park for the day and watch the Super Bowl......And then, some days you just get lucky.

The manufacturer had a weekend crew working on Sunday. We were happy to be able to just go inside their lot and sit until Monday to get loaded, but since this boat mold was slated to be picked up last Friday, the mold, along with the paperwork, were all ready to go. Within minutes of arriving, the forklift had the mold on the trailer and we had just 4 straps to put on and then.....oh yeah..... it was an oversize load. Since we have our own fax number, when we were given the info about this load while still in Canada, we had the permits faxed and in hand, and off we went.

We took off headed south, our destination being Adelanto, CA, to Cabo Yachts. We made it into Coburg, OR for the night and in time to watch the last half of the Super Bowl. We got up early and took showers, but had to wait until sunrise to leave. We anticipated running into some bad weather but we are keeping our hopes high that the roads will be open over all the passes and summits we have to cross. As long as we can make it past Redding, we should be home free.....literally by Wednesday.

Saturday, February 02, 2008


How’s this for something to think about. Saturday we left Pharr with the temperature being 73 degrees. We arrived in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada Wednesday afternoon, and the overnight temperature was 27 below. In the course of 5 days, we had a change in temperature of 100 degrees. Just one of the things you get to experience with a lifestyle in over the road trucking.

We started off very early Wednesday morning, from a little place called Eddie’s Corner, in Northern Montana. We had arrived the night before and after taking a shower, we stopped by their cafĂ© for a bite to eat. How about my grilled cheese sandwich, which only cost $1.75, or a burger, made the good old fashion way for $2.75. I didn’t think I would ever see those prices again!

We drove through the morning darkness towards the border, I had my paperwork and passports ready. With the red stamp on our paperwork and a “Have a good day” from the Customs Officer we were on our way. As I mentioned earlier, we arrived in Edmonton, and stayed the night, but not before Craig had to do yet some more mechanical work on the truck. I felt useless as he had to crawl under the truck, and lie on the frozen ground in -27 and try and fix a leaking radiator hose which needed a new clamp. This truck will need some major going over while we are on home time.

We awoke in the predawn darkness and made our way to Prince George. The roads were covered in compacted snow and ice. Slow but steady we drove on through Jasper National Park, and in the illumination of the headlights, we saw a large moose think about crossing the highway. The engine noise of the truck must have gotten his attention, as he chose to make an about face and head back into the trees. Later, when the daylight finally arrived, we saw another moose, buried leg deep in snow, along side the roadway, watching as we drove by.

We arrived in Prince George and quickly went about unloading the boats as the snow was falling. Thankfully, it wasn’t as cold as Edmonton, but I was ready for the warm comfort of the Service Department at the dealership, to get all the paperwork signed. With only an hour left in driving time, we managed to get to a small truck stop on the other side of town to stay for the night.

Back out onto the snow and ice covered roads, we saw the sign no truck driver would like to see in those conditions, an 8% grade down the hill. Again, slow and steady we went, with some silent prayers and Craig's driving ability we made it safely to flatter ground. We wanted to be able to make it into the States Friday, but with the routing we received, the snow and ice covered roads, and the limited amount of driving hours left, we had to shut down in Chilliwack, B.C., a mere 20 miles from the USA border. The only bright spot in having to stay here 36 hrs to reset our driving hours (in the U.S. it is only 34 hrs) , is that right across in the parking lot is a Tim Horton’s. What more could you ask for? Good coffee, fresh donuts, and chili to die for.


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