I made the delivery at Ft. McCoy this afternoon with the help of a couple of the guys there. I then started the 3 hour drive to the yard. I stopped along the way to get my filthy, salt covered truck washed and to stretch my back a bit. The truck wash was the usual forty bucks and took about 20 minutes.
I climbed back into the now shiny clean truck and continued on toward the yard. Fifteen minutes later I ran into a snowstorm. An hour later it turned to rain. So much for my nice clean truck.
I finally made it to the yard where I dropped my trailer and headed for the motel. I didn't go to the nice hotel I normally stay in but instead opted for the cheap motel. Why? Because at the motel I can park right in front of the door and don't have to walk so far to get to the room. My back is killing me and I didn't want to walk any further than absolutely necessary.
So I am now settled into my room. I did drive across the highway (did I mention I don't feel like walking?) to get a bite to eat. To my utter dismay I discovered that while the little C-store had a burger joint in it for food, they don't sell beer! How can this be? What good is a C-store that doesn't sell brewskies? That shouldn't even be legal.
The only place I can think of around here that would have my much desired liquid muscle relaxer would be the Piggly Wiggly up the road, but now we're back to that whole damn walking thing again. It's a large store and I don't relish the idea of having to shuffle around in it to find, acquire, and pay for a six pack and then have to carry it all the way back to the truck. I guess I'll have to settle for a hot shower and the cold Gatorade I picked up at the C-store.
Damn the luck!