One. Two. Three. After lurching up three large steps and gripping tight to the handles, I’m in the truck.
So far, Clara Belle has been the drama.
For dinner we stopped at a truck stop with a restaurant called Berky's.
Right as after we passed into the Keystone state, we stopped for the night at a rest area.
We hit the road at 9:30 a.m., and we needed to make good time.
We waited at the dealership for more than four hours before another Covenant truck came to get Sheila's load and we could go the Super 8 hotel down the road to sleep. I finally got a dinner and a shower and slept like a baby.
Neither Sheila nor I could sleep.
Early this morning Sheila disappeared, and when she came back into the room she was crying.