Last weekend, we took four of the dogs and went trucking! Molly, Rodney, Peanut and I, joined my guy and Ozzy on a short run to Orovada, Nevada, just south of the Nevada/Oregon border. Here's Rodney and Molly, with Ozzy in the background, all smiling for the camera. We left the Boise area about 4 a.m. and headed south, down Hwy 95. We were loaded with brand new, empty, 40 gallon barrels for two different mint farmers. I found it interesting to hear, the farmers use the barrels to store mint oil they have distilled. The barrels hold 400 pounds of mint oil each. We were told the farmers get something like $12 per pound for their mint oil. That's a lot of money!
Here's Molly. She is so funny. She gets very excited about "going" anywhere. Once in the car it's a different story. She gets worried and probably wishes she stayed home. During our trip, Molly sat in my lap a lot.
New truck. My guy got a new truck about a week before this run. His employer had the fenders painted blue to match the rest of his fleet, and he put "32" on the nose for my guy. I'm not that much up on years and makes of cars, but the "32" has something to do with a "32 Ford." This was my first run in the truck. I was thrilled, it has an airseat that works on the passenger's side, AND it has arm rests! I was pretty darn comfy!
Full view. Here's the truck. We parked at the gas station/grocery store/snack bar of Orovada and had lunch after unloading with both farmers. Cheeseburgers were great. We grabbed some drinks and snacks for our drive back home.
Sawtooth Mountain. This mountain sits directly east of the little town of Orovada, Nevada, across the highway from the little truck stop we enjoyed lunch at. Sawtooth Mountain, standing 7380 feet, is in the Santa Rosa Mountain Range.
Heading home. Just south of Rome, Oregon, there's a water fountain and picnic table on the north-bound side of the highway. We pulled in there to get some photos. The land is very sandy and these ridges were so pretty. The desert is starting to bloom,everything is turning green.
Jordan Valley, Oregon.
Seems everytime I truck through Jordan Valley with my guy, we run into some sort of stage coach. This time was no different. I spotted the stage coach before we made the main turn, straight through the center of town. We parked along the side of the road and waited for the stage coach to come through. As they came through, they turned left in front of us. I thought they'd make another round and I would be able to get more photos. Seems we waited for quite awhile before they headed out again. As the stage coach took off, the weather turned violent. Thunder and lightening, and it was raining so hard. The stage coach never made it back around, but while waiting there, I tried to get a shot of the rain hitting the hood of the truck.
Fun day. I really enjoyed my time trucking with my guy and the dogs. Seems my guy is gone more and more as the spring and summer loads start to pick up. Time together with him seems to be less and less, I'm not happy about that. I try to make the best of the time we do have to share together. Before he left for southern California again, we had a very romantic lunch together at one of our nicer restaurants here. I didn't want our time together to end. I find myself missing him more and more. I think with some of the things going on with my family, I just need him home.