IT'S A LEARNING PROCESS

We left the rest stop in Federal Way, WA in plenty of time to get to the consignee in Renton, after all, it was only 15 miles away. Following the directions on our mapping program, we were able to find the street it was located on, but had difficulty trying to determine which business it was. Here is where we had an advantage when we delivered boats, as it is pretty evident you were in the right place by the mass amount of boats in the yard. At the handful of places we have loaded and delivered at, deciphering which loading dock among many unmarked buildings is proving to be not so easy.

So after one circle around side streets in this industrial area, we ended back at a crossroad and opted for the closest one to check into first. EUREKA! It was the correct one and we were directed to back into any of the open docks. For those of you who guessed what it was we were hauling, you were correct, it was French bread dough. Within an hour we were unloaded and parked down the street awaiting our next dispatch.

A few hours later we received it, and headed just 10 miles north into Bellevue, WA. We checked satellite images to see the area we were headed to and followed our mapping program. Again we managed to pass up the location because we couldn't see any markings, and thankfully, I was with Craig to try and find a truck route back to circle around, which can be a bit challenging. But we prevailed and made it back to the correct location and was promptly loaded with 41,600 pounds of soda. No guess work here, as we had a print out that listed every flavor of beverage we had on board.

This was a quick trip as it was only going under 300 miles to Spokane, but it gave me an opportunity to enjoy the ride on Interstate 90 through Snoqualmie Pass with the snow still up on the mountain tops. With nary a minute to spare in driving hours, we made it into the company yard for the night with our sights set on a 5am delivery appointment. Up early, with hardly any traffic, we made it to our delivery location, albeit, with a slight detour due to road construction, but at least this time we pulled right into the correct yard, thanks to adequate markings.

Right now we are sitting a few miles away at the Flying J Truck Stop in East Spokane and waiting to hear where we will be sent next. After posting this, I think we will both take advantage of this down time and catch a few Z's and work on my reference guide for the places we have been to in the event we are ever sent back again. It's a learning process, that's for sure!