COUNTING CHICKENS BEFORE THEY ARE HATCHED

When we receive a preplan on a dispatch which tells us where we are picking up and delivering boats, our brains generate so much energy that the temperature inside the truck goes up at least 10 degrees. I'm not kidding. Craig goes into action, figuring out how many days it will take to get us to our destination, I'm scanning through books for places to stop for the night, estimating our time of arrival, and pinpointing when I will make the all important phone calls to the dealers. We were comfortable one day past dispatch with our plan of attack, when we hear the beep of our truck computer telling us we had a message. I pick up the board, press the button, and find out our dispatch had been cancelled. All that preplanning is suddenly trashed like yesterdays garbage.


Good news was that we were still to go to Pipestone, Minnesota to pick up boats. Bad news, and yes, there always seems to be a little bad with the good, we will have to be returning to not one, but two docks in Baltimore, Maryland. One being where we waited over 4 hours for a signature on our delivery papers. Good news, we now know how to work the system there, and we are confident that we will breeze through this time. Bad news, Craig reminds me, those chickens aren't hatched yet.