BANANA BOAT SETS SAIL AGAIN

It wasn't a surprise to us to retain our load until Tuesday morning when we were scheduled to make the delivery. We had rolled into the Company yard in Bloomington, CA, late Monday morning. Fixed ourselves some lunch and then did our laundry and filled up our water jugs. The rest of the day/evening was pretty much just relaxing and watching the comings and goings of the trucks into and out of the yard.

Tuesday morning we were only 13 miles from our delivery location, just a straight shot up Interstate 10, and one right hand turn to the receiver. It was in a brand new industrial area which hadn't made it to Google Earth yet, but it was easy enough to find. The facilities were small, but clean, and two hours later we were dropping off the 22 pallets at a drop yard and then heading back to the yard.There were hardly any trucks there, as we imagined most where headed towards where ever they were wanting to spend Thanksgiving. We waited, and waited some more, watching as a few drivers headed out, but still our computer remained silent. Then, at 4pm we got the information we were waiting for. The banana boat was going to set sail again, and luckily for us, all we had to do was wait for the load to come to us. Another driver had gone to San Diego, and about 4 hours later, we saw him driving in with our trailer into the yard.
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We debated, since we were so wide awake, whether to take off and get out of town, but opted instead to start very early in the morning. Of course, with that being said, neither one of us slept all that well, but by 2am, we were headed to the nearby truck stop to scale out the load and start the trek to get out of LA before the rest of the world did.

The rain they were predicting, actually did arrive, and we counted no less than 10 accidents, with most of them being overturned vehicles, or vehicles off the side of the road. When we stopped at the Flying J in Lebec to stretch our legs and take a short break, we saw that their fuel islands were closed. It didn't take long, once inside the store, to hear the multitude of unhappy drivers grumbling about it. Seems the massive amount of water they had received from the rains, flooded their turbine pump, and they were waiting for a new pump to arrive. We were just happy to leave that mess behind us.

We will be driving approximately 500 miles today, which unfortunately, will put us about 180 miles too far to spend Thanksgiving with any of our family in Modesto or Selma, or for that matter, getting any left overs to enjoy. I have no doubt that we will be able to find some place that will be welcoming and serving a hot meal tomorrow that we can add to our list of where we have spent a Thanksgiving on the roads of America.