A week out and we were en-route back to Tacoma. We finagled a way to build in time-off so we could run a couple of errands but mostly go see our boat. Finagling isn’t always easy in trucking but after 8 years we are learning how especially now that it involves a floating home that is constantly on our minds.
We left from Chicago on Saturday afternoon and arrived in Tacoma late Monday morning. We took the high road, I-94 across North Dakota which was beautiful with all the fall colors. We stopped at a rest area on the west side of the state that was littered with buffalo chips, with a couple just a few feet from the rest room. How’d you like to meet a buffalo close up and personal?
Monday afternoon was ours to go play. After we ran our errands, we had exactly 2 & 1/2 hours to enjoy Wings. And best of all we were met with an entirely dry bilge! Now I can breathe a little easier. We were a bit alarmed when we arrived to find the entire fire department down at our pier! Just routine stuff… nothing burned down and sank.