I'm stopped in a small little MT town called Missoula. It has a truckstop, a casino called the Wye West Casino. and a strip club and as far as I can tell that's about it.
I spent some time in the casino enjoying a few adult beverages, knitting a bit, and engaging in some conversation. One of the guys with whom I conversed is a brand new owner operator. He's only been driving a truck for a year and bought himself a truck. As is my nature I told him exactly what I thought which is that he's basically a moron for buying a truck with his limited trucking experience.
The guy isn't stupid but there is a lot about the trucking industry he hasn't yet learned and sadly he is going to learn it the hard and expensive way. Trucking is a tough business and it will eat you for breakfast if you aren't on top of your game.
I gave him a few pointers between my knits and purls and he seemed to appreciate the advice, but somehow I think the guy is far too pie in the sky in his thinking to seriously make a go of it in the trucking business. I suspect he's going to find himself in a couple of hundred thousand dollars in debt and no way to dig himself out. Oh well, not my problem.
A woman came up to me while I was sitting at the bar and asked about my knitting, That happens a lot. I showed her what I was making and we talked for a short time. I chatted with her for a while but she wasn't quite my type.
I have on freight for Milwaukee and Florence, KY. I'll drop off the Milwaukee stuff first, probably add some stuff that will take me closer to home, and try to be home by Thanksgiving. At this point I am thinking I will make it home the day after, but ya never know.
For now I am in MT, mildy intoxicated, and ready to get some sleep. Tomorrow is another day.