I made it to the shipper in Columbia around 11:30am and since it was a huge facility, the guard had to give me directions to the docks. Well, I took a wrong turn at Albuquerque and found myself in a rather tight spot. Though, it wouldn't have been so tight if there weren't guard rails everywhere. Seriously, who needs 43598739457 miles of guard rail when the speed limit is 20mph?
The red arrow is where I took a wrong turn. The green arrow is where
I was supposed to go. The yellow lines are some of the guard rails.
Anyway, I found a worker outside that was nice enough to help me get turned around. I checked in with the shipping office and the guy said, "Oh, I've got bad news. It's going to be a live load." Now, the majority of our loads are live loads, meaning we have to sit and wait while they load our trailer, so no big deal. But since he made a point to mention it, I'm thinking it's going to be a while. So I ask. How long do you think it'll take? "Oh gosh, probably an hour." I was proud of myself for not laughing in his face. I didn't want to corrupt his over-achiever spirit with tales of my waiting all day for a load that should have been ready the day before. I went back out to the truck and half an hour later he came and told me I was loaded and ready to go. Awesome.
I had an easy drive back to Georgia that was uneventful, save for the brief slow down encountered in the picture below.
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Like your map.
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