How fitting that today is Friday the 13th.
(Hilarious, I was just corrected it is Saturday. I knew this at the beginning of the day, but somehow lost a day).
Our day started out great. We got our earliest start yet, we were on I-80 headed west by 6:30 am MST. Grandma even posed for a selfie!
We drove about 100 miles and through Salt Lake City, and then stopped for breakfast at Denny's. All was going great. As we passed through the salt flats the discussion centered around a sculpture. It was coming. Look to the right. You don't want to miss it.
WHAT? A large cylinder with balls on it? What does this have to do with Salt Lake, Salt Flats, Anything? I have so much I could say, but I am so tired, and I'll just let you enjoy the sculpture.
Then we entered Nevada, the Pacific time zone, and trouble started to stir:
The Red Light District:
As you may know Nevada is known for a lot of things, along the side of the road, there was a big RED sign for ShowGirls. Popsie told Grandma we were going to pull over so we could go in. Grandma replied instantly, "You're not going in there." Then after a few minutes almost to herself she said, "You can just sit back there and dream about it, but you aren't going in there." Yes, I laughed my BIG laugh out loud.
Another reason we were seeing RED....
Yes, that is the check engine light. It has actually been coming on often on this trip in Popsie's truck, but today it happened in the Big U-Haul. The RED lights were warning John as well as the RPMS. With each hill (mountain) it took longer, and by the end of our day John was barely able to go 35 MPH uphill.
You know the story of the Little Engine That Could....well, I think we can, I know we can, ...... RED Lights are not our friends. We are checking, hoping and PRAYING we make it through Donner's Pass tomorrow. We NEED, like really, really NEED for this truck to make it one more day.
Once we made it through the elevation, we were smooth sailing in the valley. Or so we thought...
Can you see those whirlwinds on the left of the road? It doesn't look like much until you compare the size to the semi in the same picture. Never EVER have I wanted a pair of ruby RED slippers so bad in my life. "There's no place like home. There's no place like home." The wind was very strong and it seemed there were crazy gusts. Luckily none of us were blown off the road. It was so weird.
I have noticed a trend in my blog. With each day that passes my humor wanes. This is an accurate description of our trip. We are all determined to be positive, but with each minute and mile that passes so does our patience.
Tomorrow, God willing, we will arrive to Grass Valley in the early afternoon. Hopefully that will bring back our humor.
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