June 11, 2008. where we meet the first snails

Long day. Had option of dropping trailer and sitting in the driver's lounge (Yawn) or dropping trailer and bob-tailing out to breakfast. That was a difficult decision. In retrospect, though, possibly not the better one. Still, made it easier to resupply my grape stash and wash the truck.

Took Target about 3 hours to unload, but they let the trailer sit and didn't call us. God only knows how long we'd have waited if we'd not bugged them (politely) about it. "Oh, we were just about to call you!". Yeah, and I'll respect you in the morning, too.

Delay at Target DC made us 5 hours late for our pick up in Kansas City. They were very understanding - had our stuff staged, still, even. But the only dock available was a 90-degree dock off the street. Glad Trainer took one look and said he'd do it. Loaded and out of there in about 45 minutes, enroute Salt Lake City with a load of pizza boxes. No pizza, just boxes.

Drove north to Iowa, took Hwy 2 across to Nebraska. First part of Nebraska was very rough roads. Not broken concrete - during construction, the concrete seems to have set higher at the edges of the expansion blocks than in the middle, so it was like driving across a never ending series of shallow Us. To compensate, though, great lightning storm all the way out to Grand Island. I saw at least one truck in the median. At least he was still upright.