Drive to Peyette an easy one. Guessed my arrival time and absolutely nailed it. 10.5 hours driving and I arrived exactly when I guesstimated I would.
Only item of interest during the day is the suicidal crotch-rocket jockey, highballing down the highway cutting people off and driving between two rigs; one passing the other.
I passed up a couple Pilot stops on the mistaken belief that Peyette would have a Transflow terminal available for the drivers. Well, poop. So far as I can tell, the only terminal that does is Layton, and I would rather not stop there for anything. First Pilot I see tomorrow I stop.
Only driver here for most of the evening, so I had the TV to myself. To be honest, though, probably wouldn't have been much of a fight – I watched the Olympics. Really got me revved seeing the ladies in Beach Volleyball. I was impressed.
There's another driver here, but he's stayed in the lot so far. Pulling a reefer – I know he can't turn that off, but I hope he doesn't idle all night. It's already into the low 70s, and will continue lower. High for tomorrow in the area is supposed to be low 80s (10 degrees lower than today was). No need to idle – no need at all.
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