I dropped off my stone yesterday and it was a day filled with events for sure. I'm on the highway for a while then my handy GSP tells me to get off and onto a seconday road. It was a real nice ride going through small towns and I could tell this was the start of yuppieville for sure.
I passed so many signs with so much written on them I couldn't drive and read them all at the same time but one figure stood out that I couldn't stop thinking about, 60,000 pounds.
Now I realize I'm heading right through the middle of the Tetons and over the top. After leaving town and heading into the Tetons it was one gazzilion dollar log cabin after another. Even the white water rafting cabins were nicer than a Hilton Hotel. Once again, those stupid plastic deer whistles proved themselves again and again. They didn't move for anyone else but when I got within 100 feet they bolted.
Now I'm going up the mountains and these roads are a motorcycle cafe racers wet dream. No side rails and certain death to anyone who veers from the road. Even though I was only doing 30mph is was 2 hands on the wheel steering hard from left to right on this wicked curved road. It was awesome to say the least.
I don't think the first mountain range I went through was the actual Tetons yet. The road levels out and I can see down a long stretch that I'm coming into a small town. All of a sudden my cell phone makes a sound that says I have a voice message. I think I was out of coverage and now it woke up so I pull over to the side of the road. As I'm getting ready to dial my voice mail I see a DOT car screaming up the road and pulls a u-turn and comes up in back of me.
Here comes pizza face. This guy is crusty and looks like Barney Fife. He jumps up on my step and says, what are you doing, filling out your log books? I've been watching you in my binoculars for 15 minutes. I say, YOUR CRAZY, I just got here. I'm getting my voice message. He doesn't say anything then says you know there is a truck inspection right there. I look up and 1/4 mile down the road is a DOT pull off. He says bring your truck down there.
So off I go and pull in. He asks for everything and looks at my log book but the only thing it shows is sleep, pt and a short line showing I started driving 8 hours ago. He asks if I've been driving all this time without a break. I say no, I've taken lots of breaks. He says, then why isn't it marked. I held this back just for this moment (DICK HEAD). I told him all my breaks were less than 15 minutes just long enough to make coffee and head back out. I then told him all my paper work was perfect and so isn't the truck and trailer.
All of a sudden he changes into my best friend and just wants to talk about this and that. He then asks how much do I weigh. I say I'm just under gross. He says you can't go through the pass over 60,000. BINGO, it clicks. He said there is a weight station about 4 miles down the road and the cops are there. If you go they will pull you in and the fine is $550 and they will make you turn around and go all the way around. I thank him and continue down the road into the small town and pull over.
I call the customer which I've been told has 6 masons waiting for this stone. I tell him I'm screwed and I could wait a while until the weigh station is closed possibly or turn around and it would be another 4 hours or so. We decide I have to turn around and I hang up. I wait 10 minutes just sitting and looking at the map and then my phone rings. It's the customer and says one of his workers just called and says he can see you from the shop and he's coming to get you.
I follow him to his shop and they had a brainstorm. I calculate how much each pallet weighs and he takes off enough for me to be 60,000 and I'm off over the pass. I get to the weigh station and explain to the guys what I had just done. They weigh me and I was 57 something.
Off I go into the pass and it was 10 times more curvy than the other part. Here come the signs. 10% grades all the way up and down. Now I know why the limit is 60,000. I don't think I could have held it with any more. It was tough in 5th gear with the jakes on and stabbing every 3 seconds. I discovered if I turn the engine fan on it holds back a little more. I kept checking for smoke.
I finally make it down and into Jackson Hole and follow the directions. It's through a small residential area then into the outskirts of town into the woods. I turn into a dirt road and then into an area right out of Little House on the Prairie. Even the brand new bridge over the little stream must have cost over $100,000 as it was worth a picture in itself. I go through this curvy dirt road for a few miles then into an opening where at least 100 people are working and every possible type of construction equipment was working.
It's someones house being built. It's a log cabin but massive. I have no idea how much but I'm guessing from all the land, people working and the size of the house it's got to be many millions!
I didn't even stop and 2 huge fork lifts are driving towards me and 2 other guys running. I didn't even stop the engine and the 2 guys are taking my chains off and they are taking the stone up to the house. The masons really were waiting for this.
So I'm unloaded and off. I'm now way out of hours and tired and pull into Jackson Hole and this is no place for a truck. The nearest truck stop is 200 miles away so I start driving. The road is once again gorgeous and the scenery is breath taking. The road follows a good size river all the way with tons and tons of places to pull over on the side of the road but I continue on hoping for some place to eat then I will grab one of these spots.
I'm driving along and another truck passes. Hey Western Star, is that Steve from the CAD forum!!!! Yes it is. We talk for a few seconds. Don't know who it is but he will be home in another day and I'll find out.
I keep driving then see a small gas station that has a big dirt parking lot. I pull in and they have hot food and a deli. I eat then get permission to park over night. I look at my speedometer and I've done over 800 miles. I think I drove for a little more than my 11 hours, YA THINK!!!!
I looked at my truck stop directory and I'm maybe 150 miles from Little American on Rt 80 so I'm heading there for the weekend and doing nothing. I figure I have it coming. I did a little over $5,000 for 6 days so I have some time off coming.
If you ever get out this way this is some of the most beautiful country I have ever seen and well worth the ride.
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