I kept a day by day journal the first 5 years I was enjoying North America. While earning a living,I kept track of where I went, often what I did, feelings I had and various other details. I am writing this blog day by day as I lived it. The month/day I lived it is the same as the month/day I write about it. The years are obviously different...thus the days title: ie: August 30, 1989, 2009.

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Starting as a preschooler, I remember my Grandfather bringing me rocks from his trips he took after he retired. Each rock had a story to tell. In the sixth grade, I watched a freeway be built and then wondered where all the trucks would go. I remember in high school looking at the mountains and wanting to travel. I did many jobs BEFORE trucking but I always wondered what driving would by like. I really wanted to see things and drive a big truck. So after almost finishing nursing school, a divorce and three cute little kids, I became a truck driver. While earning a living, I found myself enjoying North America and seeing the land and people. NO ONE ENJOYED TRAVELING MORE THAN ME. There are two things I have enjoyed in this life and they are traveling and writing. I use to call myself "Protourist" but my Mother-in-law and Wife would become upset with me as they know I really love THE "travel" and not THE stopping to see things. I now call myself "protraveller"(I like it with a double "L") and my Mother-in-law and Wife are now happy!!! I love to write and this blog gives me the opportunity to share my past and thoughts with the public.

About this blog's layout...BLOG UPDATED ONCE PER DAY...

I follow my journal daily by writing under the daily title, "FIRST 5 YEARS:" The first five years will strictly follow my 5 year journal. If I find the day I am writing about to be boring, I will either write about thoughts I remember(placed under the title of "SECOND 5 YEARS"), write a trucker tale(placed under "A Trucker's Tale"), give a helpful trucker hint, ask a "student driver" question or do something.....When a location appears after the day of the week after "FIRST 5 YEARS:", it is where I am at the start of that day((IE: FIRST 5 YEARS: (Sunday-Kansas City, Missouri))..... I would encourage those that find themselves enjoying North America to follow me day by day.....REMEMBER: THIS IS A BLOG ABOUT WHAT LIFE IS LIKE FOR A TRUCKER THAT DOES NOT HAVE A DAILY ROUTINE ROUTE(called a "dedicated" route). THERE WILL BE MANY TIMES WHEN THE ROUTING, SCENERY AND DAY'S ACTIVITIES WILL BE SIMILAR(boring???) TO PREVIOUS DAYS; THAT'S TRUCKING! THERE WILL BE DAYS WHEN THE ROUTING, SCENERY AND DAY'S ACTIVITIES WILL BE TOTALLY NEW; THAT'S TRUCKING. Frustrations? I mention the frustrations I had as a driver. I loved my job while earning a living and realized that all jobs have frustrations; truck driving is, and was, no different..... Many pictures on this blog can be left-clicked and made larger.....Questions?...Please E-mail PT at fabalt2000@centurylink.net


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The Trucking Dictionary...words in this dictionary will many times appear highlighted. If a word isn't highlighted or in the blog dictionary and sounds "different", check it out in this dictionary. Please note: Many times when clicking on these dictionaries anywhere in the blog, the first thing that comes up is an advertisement which I have no control over.
The Blog Dictionary...This dictionary contains words I use that aren't "trucker" words and thus not in the "trucking dictionary". I separate them--the dictionaries--in case someone wants to copy the trucking dictionary for personal use. This dictionary also contains names of people(not real names) that I dealt with many times through my trucking career. Blog word found in this dictionary often will be licked to it.
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November 26, 2009

November 26, 1989, 2009

FIRST 5 YEARS:(Sunday-Urbandale, Iowa)
Got up around 9 AM and got my logbook all caught up. Not excited about sitting at this truckstop all day. Went in and watched movies until I had the lunch buffet; then went back to movies until about 4:30 PM. I decided to go and sent the night at the rest area west of Casey, Iowa. I did and was able to caught a couple TV stations on my TV. Watched TV and went to sleep.

A Trucker's Tale: (dancing in Jamaica...)
While I was filling my tractor tanks in Olathe, Kansas, I started talking with a mid aged redheaded female driver from Canada filling up also. We talked and found that we both were going to be going east on I-70 and decided to run together. I was only going to exit 121 in Columbia, Missouri but in that distance she told me two tales that I never forgot. Her company did some special trucking jobs. She claimed she once picked up a load in some town in upper Quebec (Canada). As they loaded her, two black conservative looking cars pulled up. They talked with her and told her that one would follow her and she was to follow the other all the way to southern Florida. They went on to say that she was not to stop at any weigh stations or customs anywhere along the way. She was given the route they were going to take. All her stops were told to her. They would not tell her what she was hauling. When she got loaded they all moved out. They followed the route and she never stopped at scales or customs. Her meals were all paid for as she had to stop were planned. She had all her legal breaks. They got to the docks in southern Florida and she drove the truck onto a ship. She was to stay with her truck all the way to Jamaica even with a couple of the guys watching the truck all the time. She was given a gun and told to use it if anyone came near the truck-no one did. When the ship got to Jamaica, she followed the cars to a building and was unloaded. When unloaded, the men in the trucks checked her into a motel until the ship was to return to America. They asked if she had a dress to go dancing in and she said NO. A couple of the men took her shopping for a dress and they all went out to eat and dance that night. She said that they really had a good evening. The next day, the ship took her back to the states and she never saw the men again. She never really knew what she was hauling but she never had to put placards on the trailer. She felt she had been hauling flaked gold but wasn't sure.

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