Echo, Utah
After being held captive, in hostile northern territory, for some weeks, I thought good fortune had come my way. A delay ridden trip across the frozen plains had landed me in the Pacific North West.
The three and a half day delay in, the rainy, north west was welcomed relief compared to the trip on snow packed, and icy roads. There was a bright spot at the end of that cloudy tunnel.
I knew that a load in Portland Oregon would take me to the Republic of Texas. The Heart of Texas is hundreds of miles from, my home in, the Heart of Dixie. But it was a trip to Dixie none the less.
I arrived in Portland with dreams of trip down through the central valley of California. I had imagined a rest stop in the Mojave Desert to visit with old friends. An easy trip of brightly lit sun shiny days dashed to pieces by the evil machinations of a north west freight broker.
The wicked Freight Broker, of the Pacific North West, had added stops to the trip, without telling anyone. What a surprise to find that I must travel to the Heart of Texas via Butte Montana, and Gillette Wyoming.
Through icy mountain passes, and fogged in valleys, the truck’s stacks, blowing, billowy clouds, of white vapor; I must make it to Dixie.
Five days later, I have met the last delay, a truck service, in the Mile High City. The icy mountain passes are behind me. The truck is ready to run another 25,000 miles. The weekend has begun with not much chance of another DOT inspection to delay me.
The morning sunrise will find me traveling across the mountains, of northern New Mexico, and onto the plains of Tejas.
There are those who believe that, somewhere, across the frozen plains, there are tribes of people, that live without parkas, ear muffs, and touques.
Some believe that they may be the architects of the lost cities of Atlanta, or Ft. Lauderdale. Some believe that there are brothers who live without snow shovels. Somewhere beyond the snowdrifts…
Fleeing the tyranny of Old Man Winter, piloting a Peterbilt 379, a solitary, rag tag rebel, is on a lonely quest…
A shining place, known as the Heart of Dixie
