Such is life on the road.
Well, it turns out that I keyed in the wrong exit number on my routing software last night when I got to the truckstop. I was 90 minutes from my destination, not 3 hours. I remember thinking that I should have been closer than 3 hours, but I was tired and didn't look into it any closer. Usually when I make that mistake, it's the other way around and I'm actually farther than I thought. Oh, well.
I got up early, ran the load up to the base and delivered the 2 vehicles. It all went very smoothly. I was a tad surprised to see civilian security guards checking in the trucks at the gate instead of MPs or soldiers on guard duty. Times are changing.
Anyway, after delivering the vehicles I called in and they said they had a piece for me to pick up at a steel foundry back down in Birmingham (can you say yo-yo?). I shagged it back down to Birmingham, picked up a 12ft long, 2 ft across piece of steel pipe, and am now sitting back at the same truckstop I started from this morning waiting for them to find something else to fill out the trailer and make the load pay something decent.
I can't really complain. Such is the life in this type of specialized hauling. I'm just happy the steel pipe didn't require a tarp. Those tarps are very heavy and a real pain to work with.
Hopefully they'll find something else for me to pick up soon. Worse case I'll spend another night here and they'll find something tomorrow. I have my laptop, internet service, a few DVDs, and a couple of books to read. What more could one want? Well, ok, a bar would be a nice touch, but alas, no such luck.