Saturday, June 9, 2012

The Trucking Life; Extreme Weather Edition

Two days ago we were in the middle of Nebraska in a fierce hail storm that was so loud it sounded as if a million angry fairies were throwing rocks at us. The sky was dark and the weather cold and wet.
I have a video of the hailstorm and all its loud fury but blogger is not cooperating.
 Here is a picture of a tumbleweed instead:

And also Jas's behind.

Yesterday we crossed the Mojave Desert, again. It was 105 degrees, the sky was white with heat, haze, and the funk of approaching Los Angeles, and the pavement so hot that Jas jumped back in the truck as soon as her feet hit the ground.


Ah, the lovely smog
of southern California.

In between those two days as we headed west and up in altitude into Wyoming, we were treated with a loud POP! as the bag of tortillas exploded.


Ooh, and traffic too!
I want to live here.


Such is the trucking life.

Remember how I said way back a long time ago, that we were soon quitting the trucking life?

We had forcast that we would be home by May but it didn't work out. The sage grouse were having sex, for one thing.

Source
Poor ugly things need all the help
they can get.


Did you know that Wyoming's sage grouse population is in decline but they are still considered a game bird and you can kill one during the right season in Wyoming? To make up for the fact that you can't disturb them when they have sex, presumably.

It's not really their fault we couldn't stay home, but the best laid business plans of mice and sage grouse and men, often go awry when you think you have a job but don't.

I'm only saying this because I'm getting all kinds of new readers and I don't want them to feel ripped off and confused when we do get home and I quit blogging about the exciting road life and start blogging about how our local Safeway is out of chicken, again.

So maybe the uncertainty of our life and future can be looked at as a selfless act to keep you dear people from having to read boring chicken crises.

You're welcome.







18 comments:

  1. Ugh. I SO WANT YOUR LIFE! :)

    And you're right about those birds, incidentally. NOT PRETTY. Ha!

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    1. Oh, the traffic jams, bad weather, and public restroom visits aren't all *that* glamorous.
      Maybe we should try and sell our "life" on Craigslist. We may do better at that than finding an actual job!

      The birds get even uglier when they blow up their boobies!

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  2. i don't know if i'd say the grouse wasn't pretty...
    he just looks like one of those kind of guys that sticks his chest out as far as he can, gets all puffed up, and sucks in his beer belly...then when he shakes your hand, he squeezes as hard as he can...just to let everyone know He'S a Macho Man!
    you know the type? anyway...that's what the grouse's posture reminded me of. ha

    weird weather...from hail to HOT....ice brains to fried brains.

    so, how come you got delayed in heading home...for good? how long is the grouse's mating season?!!

    happy sunday.

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    1. Oh yeah, he's totally a Macho Bird, proabaly always looking in the mirror too, to check his boobies

      The mating season is only a couple weeks, and just one in a long line of excuses for not finding work. We had plans but they just are coming together, so we'll just figure out something else. Hopefull, before we turn into hobos!

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    1. You're quite welcome. :)

      One has to suffer for art, right? (This blog being a very loose interpretation of art.)

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  4. I think you can make a chicken crisis post interesting.

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    1. Thanks for the vote of confindence! I would never run out of material since chicken is a very exotic and hard to get meat in Wyoming, apparently.

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  5. So it's illegal to disturb grouse as they are having sex? What's the penalty for that and does the severity change if you are repeat offender? Just asking for, ummm... a friend of mine.

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    1. Yes. Sage grouse need a lot of peace and quiet to perform. I think if you (or your "friend") bring candles and soft music there's no penalty. But no Barry White, his deep voice makes their boobies deflate, it's a proven fact. Probably.

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  6. Being attacked by a million angry fairies is no laughing matter! I believe that's how all the chickens went extinct, the news of which has had a terrible effect on the grouses' libido.

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    1. Dang. The circle of life is really complicated. I guess if the sage grouse didn't have so much performance anxiety, they would have more babies and then Safeway could stock those instead of chicken.

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  7. Welcome Home and your blog will be GREAT no matter what!

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    1. Thanks Glen! Maybe you can teach me how to be a world champion Motocross ninja and I can write about that!

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  8. Now you are being silly!

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  9. Now I, for 1, really like those grouse. They're quite different & I'm all for that. You will love living in Wyoming full time - once you get there to stay...

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    1. They are such an odd looking bird, and those boobies! You just know they think they're soooo sexy to the females. :)

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