STRAIGHT UP THE MIDDLE

We left Waco Sunday morning heading North once again. In fact, as you can see on the map, you can just about draw a line from Pharr straight up to Winnipeg, dividing the USA in half. Now one side may argue that the other side is bigger, I don't know about you, but I try to avoid listening to those little voices bickering inside my head.

Out of Texas and through Oklahoma, we started driving into Kansas. This particular stretch of Interstate 35 in Kansas is a toll road. What I like about these toll roads is the service areas they have every 40 miles or so. There is always plenty of room to park, and options for dining if so inclined. We grabbed a side salad from McDonalds to go with our home style microwaved meal inside the truck. This was our view out of our front window. You can see that there was no need for me to worry about tornados. Except for some wind, the weather was warm and sunny.

Up with the sunrise Monday morning we continued our journey North. Into Nebraska, Iowa, and South Dakota where we heard a beeping noise and Craig noticed the volt meter was not where it should be. We quickly turned off the refrigerator, microwave, and GASP.... yes, my computer. A phone call into the road service department, and we were headed to the Petro in Fargo, North Dakota. Craig had suspected it was the alternator going out and his suspicions were confirmed by the mechanic. In about an hour we had our new part and we were parked and enjoying our dinner while watching TV.


Tuesday morning we took on the challenge of the border crossing. With paperwork and passports in hand we drove up to the Customs Officer. Darn.......we needed a copy of the customs paperwork with the bar code on it. So off we went into the office to make a copy. Seems this must be a common occurrence, as the copy machine was out in the open for you to use as soon as you walked through the door. One quick copy and we were on our way again.

Now, if you ever hear Craig tell you that he works hard, just remind him of this picture. The dealership was a one man operation to off load the six boats we were delivering. We had some down time in between boats and Craig took advantage of that time to do a bit of relaxing. Ahhhhhh...... the life of a truck driver!