Day 885 on the truck.

Traveling down the road, (We've been trucking for 885 days.) it's become a way of life. When others sit in their comfortable home having a snow day, we are on the road with no choice but to chain up and go on, and try to keep enough distance between us and people out showing us their mad driving skills.

The big Cadillac, swerved one way, and then the other, did a doughnut, meanwhile we're right behind them, we don't dare touch a brake or our trailer will be pulling us around in circles. The guy finally stopped showing off and went on down the road.

Gets the old heart pumping.

The window wipers clogged with snow, we stopped to clean them off, headed down the road, twenty minutes later, more snow on them. talk about a white out, we couldn't see to get off the road, and couldn't see THE road. I had my head out the window, telling DH i see a white line... finally a rest area, the trucks were so clogged in there, they were out on the freeway, we had no choice but to go on.

Finally we got to a town, a car turned on it's lights so we could see to get off, it was the local police for the town. Awesome him doing that for us. We got the windsheild cleared off, got it cooled down, headed out again, and didn't have any more trouble. (we didn't use the defrost).

i wasn't afraid, I trust DH, he is a professional, I do worry about others that don't know what they're doing.

I pray a lot. God hears me I am sure!