COAST TO COAST

It dawned on me that I haven't told you about our latest dispatch. From Salmon Arm, BC we were sent to Roseburg, OR and then to Fort Lauderdale, FL, for a trip totalling just a bit over 4,000 miles. Not too shabby, except that it will be an oversize load and we will have to deal with all the restrictions on driving that come with it. You remember right? No two States are the same with their regulations, and we've already begun the deciphering of the government talk on the permits. So far, we have been in agreement as to what exactly the wording means, but stay tuned, we still have 9 more States to travel through.

Our routing out of Roseburg took us on a couple of State highways we have not been on before. Hwy 58 out of Eugene is gorgeous. Even though it was only a two lane road, around every gentle curve we saw majestic pine trees and creeks with icy cold water cascading over rocks, making its journey to the many lakes in the area.

One of the surprises that came upon us as we came out of a turn was the Lowell Covered Bridge in Lane County, Oregon. What I didn't realize was that Oregon has the largest collection of covered bridges west of the Mississippi River.


Covered bridges were originally built to protect the decking of the bridge which were made of wood. Because of the large amounts of rainfall and the rate at which the wood rots, the bridges had to be protected. Of course, wood products were highly available which made it possible to build roofs over these bridges fairly easily and cheaply. In the 1920's, Oregon had more than 400 covered bridges. Now only 49 covered bridges remain. The largest number of these are located in Lane County, totaling 19 in all. Some day we will have to come back and travel the county checking out the other covered bridges.

As we made our way into Bend, Oregon and onto Highway 20, we started getting into some higher ground and snow. We have been keeping a close watch on the weather as it seems there is a storm system that just might follow us along our designated route. The snow was just starting to let up as we pulled into Hines, OR for the night.

Happy to awake and not see any fresh snow on the ground, and after the official sunrise time, we headed towards Idaho. The first 100 miles we encountered some icy and snowy conditions, but we made it over the two passes and safely into Idaho for our fuel stop.

Tonight finds us in Snowville, Utah. Craig and I laughed when we thought about staying in a place called Snowville, when snow was something we were trying to avoid. Time will tell if we made a good choice or not. Tomorrow we take on Wyoming. Wish us luck!

STONEHENGE & ISLAND OF THE DEAD

Who knew you didn't have to travel to England to see Stonehenge? Did you know if you were traveling in the State of Washington, near the town of Maryhill, you can see a full size replica of Stonehenge? I didn't either until we started driving and passed the sign several times during our travels.

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Along Hwy 14, overlooking the Columbia River, Sam Hill, erected this almost exact copy of Stonehenge to memorialize those who died in World War I. Dedicated in 1918 and finally finished in 1930, Mr. Hill passed shortly after completion of the project and is buried at the base of the bluff. Because he wished to be left alone, there is no path to his resting place.

I apologize for the picture, but I've found most of these places do not accommodate a semi with a 53 foot trailer, so as Craig zoomed by on the highway, I attempted to catch a glimpse of it. Really, it's there in the blur, that clump of something you just can't quite make out in the middle of the photo. So to compensate, here is an actual picture from the web.

As we continued on our way into Roseburg, OR to pick up some boats, we took the scenic Interstate 84 due to the flooding on Interstate 5. This really is one of the most scenic routes you can take, and if you are ever in the area, a must see.

We pulled into a rest area and I had the opportunity to see the Island of the Dead, also known as Memaloose Island. The Indians used it as a burial ground where they wrapped the dead in skins or blankets and often placed them in a sitting position. They then constructed "grave houses" of poles, slabs, and bark. The rising waters of the Bonneville Dam reduced the once four acre island to about a half acre.

I had the chance to walk around and enjoy taking a few photos on solid ground and not traveling at 55 miles an hour. I hope you enjoy and get the feel for this beautiful area as much as I did.

WINTER POSTCARDS

I have to tell you, we had the most beautiful drive up to Salmon Arm, BC the last two days. We left Moses Lake, WA, Monday morning and any storms that were out there seemed to be any where but where we were.

Once on Highway 97, we passed by the Chief Joseph Dam on the Columbia River, which is the second largest hydro power producing dam in the U.S. It produces enough power to supply the whole Seattle metropolitan area. We drove only a few hours passing towns that looked as if taken from a winter postcard, and crossed the border into Canada staying in Osoyoos for the night.

Up early the next morning, we headed towards Salmon Arm. There is an endless supply of fruit stands along the roadway, left empty and boarded up for the winter. The bare limbs of the apple and peach trees, and grapevines seem to wave at you as you drive by. Even after the bitter frost had left its mark, you could still see some stubborn leaves and fruit still clinging on, refusing to let go of its grip.


We followed the road along side the Okanagan Lake, passing small town after small town, envious of the residents whose homes sat on the edge of this grand lake and had this fabulous view to take in every day. Even the overcast, cloudy day could not take away its beauty.


Arriving at the dealership, we had to wait about 90 minutes for the crane, and then follow an employee down the road to a farm about 3 miles away. Making our way down the long bumpy dirt road it seemed as if the mountains surrounded us. We went about unstrapping the boats, but I managed a quick break to take a few pictures.

A light rain fell as the last boat was unloaded and we went about putting the steel frame work away and the paperwork signed. We felt lucky to have escaped the storm that was hitting just south of us along Interstate 5 with the high winds and rain which was causing road closures.

As we headed south along the same route we had just drove earlier in the morning, we had a second opportunity to take in the scenic views, and for me to take a few more pictures for a Canadian winter postcard.

DODGE BALL

As a child in elementary school, the favorite activity during recess was playing dodge ball. We'd run to grab the ball out of the bin and then out onto the playground. There on the blacktop would be the large circle where we would find our places around it and pick who would be "it" first. Around we would go, "one potato, two potato, three potato, four.......my mother told me to pick the very best one..... I choose you" The designated one, in the middle of that circle, tries as hard as he or she could to dodge the big rubber ball the rest of us would be throwing.


The last couple of days has been very much like dodge ball, but this time, Craig and I are in the middle of the circle in a big 18 wheeler, and Mother Nature is trying with all her might to hit us squarely with a big storm. You can see it brewing on the horizon in the first picture. We kept our ears tuned to the weather radio station, along with nightly, watching The Weather Channel on TV. We hit pockets of snow falling, nothing heavy, but we could not avoid the wind. Thankfully, for most of our journey so far, it was a tail wind, but we all know that can change in an instant.


As we crossed the grand Columbia River into Washington the skies seemed to be just a little bluer and there was less snow on the ground. During the night the wind came in and there was a bit of rain, but thankfully, no snow. This morning we cross the border into Canada. As always, we will be keeping our ears tuned to the weather stations to monitor any storms that may be awaiting our arrival. Until then, did you hear that? It's the recess bell, and we are going out to play a little dodge ball with Mother Nature, 18 wheeler style.

WHISTLE WHILE YOU WORK

"Just whistle while you work

Put on that grin and start right into whistle loud and long"

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When we called to find out if we had a load, we were happy to hear it was just down the road, a mere 45 miles to Kal Kustom, a manufacturer of high end ski boats. We have been to their plant in Oregon, but this would be a first for their plant in Merced, CA. With their address programed into our GPS we headed down the road, happy to be back traveling the highways.

The plant itself was easy to find, but this has got to be the tightest entry we have experienced at any plant. I guess the reasoning behind placing a dumpster blocking full access through the gate is for the amusement of watching drivers trying to maneuver around parked cars on the street, traffic coming from both directions and avoiding the boats lined up along the entrance. Thankfully, with my help blocking traffic and guiding Craig back by using our cell phones on speaker, it didn't take us long to squeeze our way in and backed into the loading bay.

At all the boat plants we have been dispatched to, we sit in the truck and patiently wait for the boats to be loaded and strapped down. Imagine our surprise, after sitting in the truck for 20 minutes after the first boat was placed on the trailer, when a worker asked if we were going to tie down the boat before the second one was loaded. Craig and I looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders and figured that was our hint to get out and get to work. I went about searching for some carpet remnants to place under the straps to protect the boats as I hear Craig start whistling as he begins the job of securing the boats to our trailer. Of course the first thing that comes to my mind is Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, and that darn song started playing non stop in my head.

It wasn't too long before we had our three boats securely strapped down, and with paperwork in hand, we squeezed our way out the gate and onto the highway. We are headed up North to Canada to a small town called Salmon Arm, BC. As luck would have it, when I called the dealer to tell them we would be there Monday, they informed me they would be closed. That means we have four days to go a little over 1200 miles, so this will be a nice leisure run with plenty of opportunity to avoid driving in any storms that may be brewing for this weekend.

We plan on crossing into Canada Monday and staying just across the border in Osoyoos, BC and get an early start Tuesday to be at the dealership by 8:30am. Until then, we'll continue to whistle while we work and enjoy what we do, but we're still in a disagreement over which dwarf we are most like. I may concede to being Sneezy, especially when my allergies act up, and Craig, well he is always like Happy with maybe a little bit of Dopey now and then, and gosh darn it, that may be just why we have so much fun when we're together.

WHIRLWIND OF ACTIVITY

When we arrived in Loomis for our delivery Tuesday, we were in fact the third truck there. The second truck had just gotten unloaded and when he pulled out we quickly backed into position under the hoist. As ready as we were, the dealership had an electric forklift that had given out after the second truck, so we had some time to relax and have some lunch while the forklift was charging. By 1:30pm the four boats were off loaded and we were on our way in French Camp, CA to the company yard to drop off our truck for servicing and get our rental car.

From that point on we have been non stop running around doing errands, sorting through the mail, taking care of personal business and stocking up on grocery supplies for the truck. At least today it shouldn't be too hectic. We are going out to the yard to put away the groceries and possibly move the truck and trailer to a truck stop just a bit closer to Modesto. The last order of business is of course getting my hair and possibly if I have time, my nails done, have a great home cooked meal tonight and head out first thing in the morning to some unknown location. That of course could all change if by chance they don't have a load for us, and if that is the case? Well then, we just might have a few days to relax from the whirlwind of activity we have been involved in that last 36 hours. But to be honest with you, we are both anxious to get back out on the road again!

SITTING IDLE IN NEVADA

When we arrived in Little Falls last Wednesday, we thought we knew what our schedule would be. Deliver the boats in Loomis, CA on Monday, and be home in Modesto that night. Those plans changed when we picked up the paperwork and noticed a highlighted comment stating the dealership is closed on Sunday and Mondays. We quickly started doing the math and figured if we drove to our maximum amount of time we could make it to unload the boats by Saturday afternoon. The information on the directions to the dealership indicated that they did unload on Saturdays. All we had to do was wait until 9am Pacific time and call the dealership to confirm delivery.

All our planning was quickly undone when I called the dealer and he gleefully informed me that the business was taking an extended holiday and that they would not unload the boats until Tuesday. To make matters worse, he further informed me that two other drivers had already called wanting to unload Saturday and had been informed to take a number for Tuesday. He also added that there was limited parking and to stage at a rest area about 30 miles from the business.

Oh Boy! Talk about having some idle time on your hands. We enjoyed the scenic drive through Yellowstone even as we watched the temperature drop to zero. You can imagine how quickly we did our load checks in that weather! After staying the night in Twin Falls, ID, we arrived in the Reno/Sparks area Saturday afternoon and found a place to make home at the Petro Truck Stop.

Thankfully with all the toys we have we would not be bored. The satellite TV was hooked up, the laptops were plugged in and the portable PlayStation charged up. Yes, we had plenty to keep us entertained, along with the usual people watching, but we are counting down the hours until we can unload these boats and head for a couple of days of home time to take care of some personal business. Until then, if you need us, you know where to find us, sitting idle in Nevada.

THANKSGIVING AT THE BEACH

The title and photo are just a little bit misleading. It is Thanksgiving and we are at Beach, but not the beach, with sand between our toes and the soft caressing waves of the ocean lapping at our feet. No, we are in Beach, North Dakota right on the border of North Dakota and Montana. We awoke early as always, seems our bodies are on permanent eastern time and started our trek westward. There was a light fluffy snow falling as we left Fargo and as Craig had promised me, we started listening to Christmas music. I'm sure he regretted that decision about two hours into our drive to our Thanksgiving feast.


Our timing couldn't have been better as we pulled into the mostly empty lot right at 12 noon. I counted about 20 trucks parked and a steady flow coming and going from the fuel island. The majority of the truckers we saw going into the building were headed for the showers. That little chore we took care of the night before, so off we headed toward our feast that awaited us.


The dining room had two types of people, those who were traveling with family and stopping for a meal and the truck drivers who were scattered about by themselves at tables and booths. Craig and I enjoyed a rather nice buffet, but as Craig said "It's not as good as home made, but good none the less".


After the last fork full of pumpkin pie and as with every Thanksgiving dinner, eating more than we should have, we headed out to our truck. Back on the Interstate and it looked as if we had the road all to ourselves as the temperature stayed hovering at about 25 degrees. The snow along the roadway got more plentiful as we got further into Montana. As the sun set we pulled into Billings, MT for the evening, our stomachs full and thankful for all the blessings in our lives.

FIRST SNOW OF THE SEASON

We waited out the weekend within the warm confines of our truck while in Calgary. Craig tried in vain to see if he could hook up our satellite TV, but all he was able to manage, was what we called the military channels, which showed the Pentagon channel and some other non entertaining programs. We were left with just what we could pick up locally, but found a nice selection of US broadcast shows to keep us interested.

The weather, although cold, was sunny with nary a cloud in sight. We arrived at the dealership Monday morning, waited about 15 minutes for the crane to show up, and quickly off loaded the three boats and two crated motors. Off we headed to fuel up before making the trek back to the US.

The Trans Canadian Highway which was the route we took, does not offer much as far as scenery as you can tell from the photo posted. But then come to think of it, as I write this, it's pretty much the same in North Dakota as the second photo proves.

At least I can proudly proclaim we have experienced the first snow of the season as we neared Minot, ND. It was trying to stick to the ground, but we passed through it and were under clearer skies and no snow a mere 10 miles down the road.

But, before the snow was too far from our minds, Craig tuned into the Christmas music on one of the Sirius satellite channels and off I went singing away. Craig could only handle so much of the music, and although he would never admit it, my singing, and as we neared Jamestown, ND we put the holiday spirit to rest for the day. As far as the snow? I'm sure Craig is looking forward to more of that than more of my singing. Fa la la la la !!!

BLOWIN' IN THE WIND

This is our latest load, fresh out of Little Falls, Minnesota. We started experiencing winds on our return from Winnipeg and they continued to blow as we got loaded and then left for our first stop in Williston, North Dakota. Now normally, these rigs do not get good gas mileage. On average, you are doing good if you get around 7 miles to the gallon. When we have boats loaded as they are here, each one of those boats act as a parachute. Add a strong 35mph head wind and it makes for some challenging driving and lousy gas mileage.

Another victim of the strong winds is the shrink wrap on the boats. On more than one occasion we have had to pull over and completely remove the wrap as it was torn to shreds from the wind. This time Craig caught the damage early. We bundled up as much as we could so that we were still able to move and made our way outside. Our first battle was with the ladder. It hadn't been used in awhile, and along with the frigid weather the metal was not cooperative in releasing it's grip so that we could open it and extend it in order for Craig to get up high enough to try and repair the shrink wrap.

So with the battle of the ladder won, Craig climbed up as I stood by to make sure the ladder remained firmly grounded. But I must confess, I did step away just long enough to take this picture, let's just keep that our little secret. Craig went to work repairing the rip and we quickly gathered up our ladder, loaded it back onto the truck and jumped inside to warm up.

We made it to our first stop in Williston, ND Thursday afternoon. Unbenounst to us, they needed a crane, so we waited about an hour for its arrival. Having safely unloaded the pontoon boat we were off to find the one small truck stop in town to stay for the night. One wrong turn, and a tight spot to make a turn around, we found the truck stop and settled in for the night.

Arising Friday morning we made our way towards the border and the dreaded Customs. I have been of late, trying to channel my best friend Cori, and her attitude about not worrying. So with that in mind, I tried throwing caution to the wind that still plagued us and made our way to the Customs booth. Low and behold it worked! With a red Customs stamp on our paperwork we were cleared to enter Canada and make our way to Calgary.

Since we would not be able to deliver the last three boats until Monday morning, we had all the time in the world to get there. With a stop in Swift Current, Manitoba for the night, we arrived in Calgary Saturday around noon. The new Flying J Truck Stop will be our home with the dealership only 2 miles up the road.

We know after we off load the boats Monday morning that we will be sent right back to Little Falls for a load of boats going to Loomis, California. We also know that we will not be home for Thanksgiving, but if all goes well, we should be home in Modesto the Monday following Thanksgiving. As far as anything else? Well, as Bob Dylan so eloquently said......."The answers my friend are blowin in the wind, the answers are blowin in the wind"

A NORMAN ROCKWELL WORLD

I admit, I have a love affair with Minnesota. Every time we have the opportunity to drive the back roads of this State, it is like time has been turned back. The small quaint little towns we drive through make me long to put down roots here. Each town we pass does remind me of living in a Norman Rockwell world. Now, I don't know if that type of world ever existed or can exist, but if it does I want to be there.


I guess it's the simple life I crave, and when I think about it, my life today is much simpler than it ever was. Once we made the decision to take our life out on the road and on this great adventure, we discarded anything and everything that ever complicated it. No house, no car, no repairs, and especially no bills. We do have an uncomplicated life and for that I am very thankful. It showed me that I didn't need a lot to make me truly happy. We again have our health, and we have each other, and family that loves us no matter how crazy we decide to live our lives.

Our current assignment has taken us to Little Falls, Minnesota to pick up 4 boats which are to be delivered to Williston, North Dakota and Calgary, Alberta Canada. Yes, another trip into Canada. On our last run, my try at imitating Jeannie failed miserably. We had a slight delay at the border and the Customs office while a mistake in border crossing locations was fixed. Oh if only border crossings were like a Norman Rockwell world....now that would make me very happy.

I DREAM OF GENIE

There will be no bottle big enough for this Genie, or three wishes granted. In fact, Major Nelson was no where around when we loaded this Genie Z60 onto our trailer, although strangely the theme to that wonderful 60‘s sitcom was running through my head. Our assignment was to take the Genie from the company yard to, yes, my favorite place (insert sarcasm here) Canada. Now, don’t get me wrong. It’s not Canada per se that I don’t like going to, it’s the paperwork and Customs procedures that can sometimes, well, be a royal pain in the butt. But, this time, since the paperwork was all at the yard, our dispatcher Katie had already gotten the paperwork all in order and faxed it to the Broker.

We waited until Saturday morning, to load, but we were not alone. A little storm decided to join us while we went to work chaining down the Genie. Thankfully our rain gear kept us mostly dry and in a short time we were headed down I90 towards our first fuel stop.

Our drop Tuesday morning in Canada is just across the border in Winnipeg, Manitoba, just a short drive from Fargo, North Dakota where we are staying tonight . Word has it when we deliver the Genie we will be directed to go to one of three boat plants in Minnesota to pick up some boats. Until we know for sure, I’ll be making like Barbara Eden, arms crossed and doing a little magic of my own to ensure we have a hassle free border crossing with Customs.

ASK ME NO QUESTIONS, I'LL TELL YOU NO LIES

There has been a whirlwind of activity the last couple of days on our journey and I though some famous proverbs would help illustrate the story. "Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise" Now it's true, we have been going to bed and rising very early this past week, but I'm not so sure it has made us healthy, wealthy, or wise. As we drove into Great Falls for our first unload we carefully followed the directions that were given to us by the dealer. Imagine our shock as we turn a corner and see "Caution Low Clearance" staring us straight in the face. I point and anxiously ask if Craig saw what I saw as he quickly finds a spot to park off to the side of the roadway. Knowing that "Close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades" we quickly got out of the truck with tape measure in hand. Feeling satisfied that we would safely, albeit, slowly make it under the aforementioned low clearance we started back down the road only to see that we would be making a left turn prior to the railroad over crossing. Oh well, as the saying goes, "An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure".

I had anticipated with excitement our drive into Kalispell knowing that we would be going through a part of Glacier National Park. But this is one time "The early bird gets the worm" did not come true. We had left way before sunrise to get to the dealership early, so the only thing I saw was total darkness. Oh well, "Tomorrow is another day" and we no doubt will have other opportunities to come this way again.

Driving through Kalispell to the dealership we drove right by their court house which sits smack dab in the middle of town. So much so, that the road divides to go around it and I thought to myself "A picture is worth a thousand words" so I snapped this one as we drove by.

Putting in our empty call, we were quickly sent just a mere 180 miles away to Cataldo, ID to pick up a load of lumber to take into the company yard. Knowing that "Haste makes waste" we methodically made our way to our destination, a small milling company right off the Interstate. Never quite knowing what you will get with these back hauls we "Hoped for the best, but expected the worse" and drove up to the very muddy entrance to the saw mill.

Trudging through the mud, the lumber was quickly loaded onto our trailer and then the fun really began........TARPPING. Knowing that "Many hands make light work" , we worked together to get the tarp unfolded and "Little by little and bit by bit" our load went from this:
To this in no time at all
With only about 70 miles to travel to the company yard we pulled into the yard by late afternoon and went about having the lumber off loaded from our trailer onto a flatbed. Knowing that "All good things come to an end" , this is where my proverb story will end, but not without hoping that "A good beginning makes a good ending" and of course, "A woman's work is never done".

A SWEET LITTLE RUN TO MONTANA

The delivery Monday morning went very smoothly. We had no sooner put in our empty call when we got a dispatch to go to our favorite boat plant in Pipestone, Minnesota. Making it into Wisconsin Monday evening we pulled into the plant Tuesday afternoon and shortly there after we were loaded with three boats scheduled to be delivered to Great Falls & Kalispell, Montana. The guys at the plant had wondered where we had been hiding, and as much as I wished we had a more exciting story to tell, we were left with just our medical sad saga to relate.


There hasn't been much as far as scenery or items of interest along the roadways the last two days. Fortunately, going into Kalispell should give me some great photo opportunities. But as always, with the end of each day, there is always a chance to see a great sunset and tonight's was no exception. Enjoy and I'll be checking back in from Montana!

TIME ON OUR HANDS IN MICHIGAN

Having an oversize load, and traveling through many States, you are always looking over your permits and confirming when and on what roads you can travel. Leaving the company yard loaded down with copies of all our permits we headed East. Some States let you travel at night, most have restrictions to drive only between sunrise and sunset, and then you have the States that restrict your traveling during the weekends. We were lucky enough to make it into Michigan Friday evening before sunset and their restriction of oversize loads traveling on their interstates anytime Saturday and Sunday.

As you can imagine, this left us with some time on our hands. We stayed at a truck stop just outside of Ann Arbor, MI but unfortunately there wasn't much around the area other than another truck stop across the street. We parked the rig where we had the best spot to people watch. After all, with that much time, we had to do something to entertain ourselves, and let's face it, sometimes truck drivers can make for some fun watching.

Having our fill of watching some good and not so good backing up, and the latest in trucking fashions (which will be a blog entry for another time), we did some more organizing of the truck and laundry. We of course had more than our fill of TV watching and computer time, so when I saw the post card I posted above, I tried to get my own Michigan sunset from where we were parked and this was the best I could do.
We are anxious to get our first delivery under our belts Monday morning since our return to work. As always we will be looking forward to hearing where our next assignment will take us. Until then, we sit in our truck, watching the sun set on another beautiful day in Michigan.

HALLOWEEN SPOOKTACULAR

I love this time of year. If asked, Halloween is my favorite holiday and fall my favorite season. I remember as a child, the excitement of going to houses that decorated for the trick or treaters. As an adult, I always tried to go all out and decorate my own home and dress up to hand out the candy. The past two years, I have been out on the truck, and have missed being able to partake in this holiday. I have seen a few drivers that have gotten into the spirit and attached paper pumpkins or spiders to the front of their rigs.

We found ourselves at a rest stop, in the middle of nowhere in North Dakota, as the sun was setting and little ghosts and goblins around the State where getting ready to fill their bags with treats. I looked to my right and noticed this face painted onto one of the trees near where we parked and thought it was appropriate for the evening. We noticed more and more trucks pulling in for the night, and I joked to Craig about going trick or treating. But then I stopped and realized it would most likely be perceived differently and land me in jail.

So, instead we turned on our satellite radio and listened to what they were calling their “Halloween Spooktacular”. We turned off the lights and sat in total darkness and listened to old time radio shows of Frankenstein and the Werewolf. I was hoping for a little fright on this Halloween night, but what we got was an hour of laughing and making fun of the acting. Not quite the spooky evening I was hoping for.

And then it happened. We had just settled into our beds, and we started hearing noises. Craig had just told me the dangers of staying in remote rest areas, at the time, not knowing if he was just telling stories or not. I strained to hear more. There were banging noises and then these “ooooooo” sounds. Some were low pitched, some a little higher, but they were definitely there. “Craig”, I whispered, “Do you hear those noises”? Anticipating my husband saving me from the evil that lurked outside our truck, he calmly rolled over and said “cattle truck”. Enough said.