Holbrook to San SimonJan
The rude manager didn't irritate me as much as I suppose he could have. I can’t complain about my career. It can be long hours and hard work but I really like doing it. Must be a family thing. My sister does it. Our grandfather did it. And now we’re on two continents! Even the rain doesn't bother me. Third job today!
My next cargo was an 11t reservoir that was being repurposed. I was transporting it from the site of a building demolition to a farm. It was almost a ten hour drive, so I would have to find a rest area somewhere on my route. Part of the trip - a big part - was on smaller undivided highways and I could see a rest stop near a river that looked like it would be perfect.Tear it down only to build something new
One thing that I am getting spoiled with in America is the roads. They are usually multi-lane even in cities and towns. It’s so much easier to drive than in Europe! Show Low was a typical example: small town but they don’t stint on paving!Every town a highway!
Not long after leaving Show Low, and still a very long way away from San Simon, my destination in the southeastern part of Arizona, traffic slowed to a crawl. Slow, very slow...
There was a backhoe at the front of this column, moving at around 18mph. I wanted to pass but no one was crossing the double line so I didn’t dare to either. My truck was fifth after the backhoe, and I could see in my mirror a long column of other vehicles starting to stretch behind me far into the darkness. A backhoe with a tail a mile long
Oh great! Steep incline. I was going to spend a long time riding my brakes.I could use a retarder here...
Descending for many miles at such a slow pace was boring. But worse, I now still quite distant from where I planned to be by this point. I needed to rest and I could not stop, nor speed up. Let's hope the highway patrol isn't doing spot checks...
I got lucky. I reached the rest area in the middle of the night and well after I was legally required to take a break. With nowhere to stop until here, I had no choice but to go on, but at least I didn’t get caught.
It was pitch black here. I picked an empty bit of ground and shut down for the night. It was going to be a bit uncomfortable as my Scot had a day-cab. Look closely, there is something in this photo!
Waking up, I discovered that where I parked was sort of in the middle of the parking area, and what looked dull at night was a place of such scenic beauty, I had to walk around and take a look before I drove on. It's like night and day...literally!
A small concession with facilities offered a place to use the washroom and get a sandwich and coffee.How convenient. Must be for tourists!
Looking toward the parking area the river flowed beneath the bridge. Everything seemed so dry; the water lapped at the banks but clearly rose higher at other times. I also saw I did a terrible parking job in the dark! Drought?
Crossing over to the other side to look the other way I saw a bit of dust drifting over the river. ATVs just raced along the dirt road flanking the river. Sadly, the sound of engines drowns out nature completely
Back in the truck, I struggled up the steep road leaving the valley. The descent last night was long, very long, but fairly gentle for the most part. The ascent was short and correspondingly steep. Cars raced by me the moment they could see past my hood. I never go fast, but I do go!
Back on the interstate, I was confused by the interchange at Tucson, and ended up taking the wrong exit. I couldn’t turn around until the next exit, which was 30 minutes down the highway. Fortunately, I had plenty of time to both make the delivery and take my break but it was annoying. I can read signs but there were too many at once!
It was dusk as I approached Sunshine Crops. This is the part of trucking so easy to forget. I could not just drop it and take off. The reservoir had to be inspected, and in the poor light that took long. I didn’t leave until 9pm. Much drier than the farm where I grew up...
San Simon is rather remote. I was yawning and relieved to find a place to gas up my almost empty fuel tank and park to get some rest. No hotel for a second night. Right now I missed the comfortable DAF sleepers back in the Netherlands. Rest, for me and my Scot