The sunrise was spectacular this morning. It wasn’t exactly what I expected, but still beautiful. There were some great clouds, I had hoped for some really vibrant color. I got a very bright, radiant sun instead.
Because my perch was higher than the horizon, I think the colors were missing. In not sure, but that is the only thing I can think of. the rest area I was parked at was 5,013 feet above sea level. The surrounding areas were all much lower. The place where they put the rest area is called a dessert island. There are five of them in the Colorado National Forest, within both Arizona and Colorado.
It was a cool morning, but not cold enough to require a jacket or coat. The sky was a fabulous deep blue, streaked with white clouds. Darker clouds hung higher in the sky, seeming to keep their distance from the fiery color of the sun.
Once I stared driving, the sun shone down through those dark clouds, highlighting the range of mountains. It made them look as if they were an old rough cut saw, slicing a ragged edge along the darkened horizon. They faded of to a distant oblique infinity. Shadows defining valleys and crevasses, accentuating them stark contrast.
I do find intriguing beauty in many parts of Arizona.
Sunrise, to me, is a fresh new start. Fresh clear canvas, a clean slate, hope, and potential. Not to mention the beauty and warmth of a spectacular exhibition of color. There is something invigorating at welcoming a new day.
I’m at the dusk of one adventure, and looking forward to the dawning of a brand new one. The anticipation, and to be honest, a tad bit of anxiety is a little interesting. I feel like I’m being pulled in a couple different directions. Don’t get me wrong, I am very excited to be starting out fresh again. There is considerable amount of uncertainty that goes along with it though.
Sometimes life brings chaos but with it moments of clarity. It teaches us to grow, not make the same mistake twice, and keep moving forward to reach our goals. I hope in the coming weeks as many of you face the wrath of the White Witch that you all find a morsel of warm sunshine to brighten your day.
Sometimes I think Laredo, Texas should have its very own time zone. They certainly don’t pay attention to anyone else’s clock. To be fair, most of my issues have to do with Shippers and receivers. The problem is completely out of their control though. Being a border town, loads get held up at the bridge, Customs and Border Patrol.
Last night I had a 17:00 appointment to pick up my load. The product, avocados, took forever to get to the forwarding agency. No product, means they can’t load the trailers. I was there until 03:15, just sitting and waiting. More correctly, catching up on some sleep.
The scene was pretty impressive. Trucks lined both sides of the street for as far as you could see. I watched the sun go down over Laredo, and then was greeted by it this morning in Del Rio, while I took my required 30 minute break. Some day I’ll get into that whole mess, the new hours of service regulations.
It was pretty funny, I had a lot of traffic all night, while driving to Del Rio. Once the sun came up, and and I was beyond Del Rio, I only passed 37 vehicles in almost 200 miles. Of those 37, about 29 were Border Patrol vehicles.
I was beginning to think aliens, extraterrestrials, had visited and abducted everyone. Leaving only those in government. Now that’s a scary thought, then again, maybe not.
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One of the nice things about running solo is that I actually get to drive in the daylight. Yes I have become a daywalker!! Normally when I am training, my designated shift is dusk to dawn. Of course there are a couple of reasons for this, but self preservation rates right up there near the pinnacle of that particular hierarchy. It is not always the wisest thing to have a rookie driver run the dark hours, especially when they have been used to a normal 9 to 5 job.
This morning was extra special for me because, over night, there had been a light dusting of snow in some areas. This made for a very interesting display of color contrasts along the way. The effects caused by the sunlight as it streamed past me and lit the moss covered rocks and cliffs were breathtaking. I found it extremely difficult to capture the light just right, but then I was only using a smart phone to take the pictures.
Of course the other advantage to early morning driving is the nearly complete lack of traffic. Most often, unless I’m in a city, the only other vehicles I have to contend with are other 18 wheelers delivering their goods and produce.This does allow me the chance to relax just a little more, and thoroughly enjoy the magical scenery.
We stopped at one of the rest areas along the route, because Peanut had to pause for a little break to use the facilities, not me… Peanut, really. I will say that Oregon has some nice facilities that accommodate picnics and camping. This particular one had a warm feel, with plenty of stone work, paths, and picnic tables. The dusting of snow, and misty morning sky high above just added to the ambience. Peanut was none to thrilled about that cold white stuff on the ground. He is continually complaining to me about such inconveniences, especially when I insist he wear his sweat shirt.
Overall, it was a very pleasant morning drive, one which allowed me to pause and enjoy just a brief epoch in my daily existence. I do enjoy the scenery along the road leading into Portland, even if it is usually rather wet and rainy. It was nice to have the snow this time. Yes I prefer snow to rain just about any day. Soon enough, my brief occasion of solitude will be over. I will have to pick up a new student within a few weeks. I plan on taking full advantage of this brief opportunity to enjoy my own quiet peaceful company, before relegating myself to the necessity of company.
A sunset in the Arizona desert near Scottsdale. The climate and imagery are two factors behind Arizona’s tourism industry. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
A full moon beckons, calling out to my wandering nature, promising an eventual return. Slowly it sinks, sliding behind the deathly black, craggy, spires of southern Arizona mountains. The desert, vacant and seemingly void of life, begins a fitful transformation. The changing of the celestial guards, painfully slow yet so masterfully accomplished.
Eventually the sky turns a subtle shade of blue as the sun endeavors to clear it’s own horizon. Banishing the lady of the night to her abode for the remainder of this long day. flaming, bright colors replace the softer pastels and shades of grey. The rising sun begins to light the low hanging clouds, catching reflections off moisture that shall never touch the desert floor. Another new sunrise, in yet again a new locality.
This is one of the main reasons I so love the path I have chosen. I am an over the road truck driver, and travel the lower 48 states. Everyday I am in a new place, seeing new and different landscapes. Best of all though, are always the sunsets and sunrises. The stunning and picturesque scenes painted before my eyes at each dawning day are absolutely breathtaking. The freedoms of the open road nourish my gypsy soul, satisfying my wanderlust.
I decided it was time to start sharing once again what I see and live each day. In the past, I have had a number of blogs, mostly on Blogger. This time, I will have just this one, with the exception of posting an update, announcing the new blog, I will shut those others down. I have not decided on a posting schedule as yet, I would love to publish once a day, but can’t possible promise that. At least a couple times a week though, I will post articles, summing up the visions of the week, and sharing a few stories of the road.
I have much to do with this blog as yet, and little time to accomplish it in. But look forward to an about page for both the blog and myself, an introduction if you will. I will be creating link pages focusing on information about the trucking industry, it’s regulatory issues, and friendly sites like other truckers blogs. Until then, welcome, please feel free to follow this blog by joining the Gypsy Clan.
“Over the road trucking is not just an occupation, it’s a way of life, a culture all it’s own”