We need to get the trucks out of this job site and move about an hour and a half to the next job-which sits on top of a rocky mountain accessed by a steep rough road that’s just barely passable with our trucks.
We need to hustle because this job should take three days-but it’s been in the works so long and the job itself is such a mess we aren’t sure we can actually get it done in the time allotted.
To add to the pressure, a storm front is moving in, promising to bring high winds and snow to the area.
But come Hell or high water, we have to leave that job by the end of Friday because we HAVE to be in the office the following week to deal with some critically important stuff for a big job that we’re working on.
We got the trucks started and warmed up in the pre-dawn morning, double checked everything, locked up the house rough-in from hell and rolled on out of there.
It’s about 4 miles of dirt road to pavement, and when we get to the end of the dirt road, we get out to do one last walk around inspection and load check before we hit pavement like we always do.
And it was right there where our day started to fall apart: we noticed that both of the security cameras for the trailer were missing!
Shit.
So I got back in the Freightshaker, got it turned around and started back tracking in the slowly dawning day to look for the cameras that had been knocked off by errant tree branches.
By the time I found the cameras and got back to Denise, the sun was up and nearly an hour had passed.
So much for an early start, not driving into the sun, and avoiding morning traffic.
We ground our way through the hundred roundabouts that the 89 has going through Prescott ( ok-there’s only like six-but they feel like a fuckin hundred when you’re driving a big truck or towing) into the rising sun while battling it out with the morning commuters.
By the time we clear Prescott Valley, I’m starving and we’d scoped out a little local breakfast diner that looked like had a big empty dirt lot nearby for parking the trucks in the metropolis of Dewey-Humboldt.
When we made our way to the place, the dirt lot was sure enough there, but it was surrounded by “No Trespassing “ signs.
Great.
Not sure if merely parking there would net us some sort of ticket, we looked around for some other parking that we could fit in-not an easy thing with the size of the truck and trailer and the semi.
It looked to be the local post office or nothing, and I was too hungry to opt for nothing, so we went to work shoehorning the rigs into the parking lot in a spot they kinda sorta almost fit in.
It was tight.
Real tight.
And yes, the white car was there before we started parking and we just had to carefully work around it.
After a quick breakfast, we took a couple seconds to check out the town.
And those three pictures seem to pretty much encompass the entire town. 😄😄🤷♂️
No longer hangry, we fired up the trucks and left the great city of Dewy-Humboldt behind and pointed our hoods up the mountain towards our next destination…