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A trucker’s tale

Big Springs, Nebraska—As a truck driver, you need to know your cardinal directions. You also need to know how to decipher directions from many different types of people because you never know where your guidance will be coming from. Please read on to learn about my most recent “trucker tale.”

The bin sites we have been hauling to that the elevator set up have been filled, so they sent me to another site just “up the road,” no road numbers or amount of miles given. The guy in the scale house told me there would be a Quonset with a tractor and an auger set up next to some bins alongside the road on the east side. Here’s the thing: this is western Nebraska. Do you know how many of those there are around here? They are a dime a dozen! I ended up driving right past where I was supposed to go (the building on said site was not a Quonset, it was a cement shack) and had to whip around in an already-cut wheat field to get back. Added plot twist—I got told by scale house guy that this bin site was on the east side of the road and on my way out, I ran into our Farmer Clint and he told me it was on the west side of the road.

Once I drove into where I was supposed to be, another trucker who had had the same struggle greeted me. Never met this guy in my life, but we high-fived over the fact that we had found the right place after the strife we went through to do so. I then took my place in line and waited my turn to unload. While the trucker who greeted me was unloading right ahead of me, he looked over at me and we simultaneously shook our heads at each other. Not long after, the auger had the misfortune of busting a chain, which caused another bottleneck in the process. A couple hours and a new chain later, things were back up and running. Dad was the next truck in line so he stepped in to help out with the fix. What a guy, huh? The bin workers brought ice cream treats for all the truckers that were in line in the heat of the day which, as you know, is when things break down. I don’t know about you, but I never say no to ice cream.

Quote of the Day“Handier than a front shirt pocket on a plaid shirt!”

Stuff Harvesters Like—Directions that include road numbers, landmarks and distance in miles.


Pretty wildflowers right across the road from our field.

The fine dust.

The fine, fine dust rests on Purple.

The makeshift elevator.

The line at the makeshift elevator.

Never too old for Trix yogurt.

Never too old for Trix yogurt.

What a wall!

These storm clouds came rolling in and chased out of the field in a hurry! It didn’t rain much so it shouldn’t slow progress too much.

Check those clouds!

That's just going over our field.

That was is headed straight for our field! I was on my way there from the elevator at the time and had to stop and snap this shot.

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  • Ed Schloz
    Posted at 07:09h, 20 July

    “Just go to the field road where that old oak tree was, turn left and go a ways to the old barn that burnt down back in “80, then………….I know what you are talking about! 🙂

  • Richie Dierker
    Posted at 11:06h, 20 July

    Those wildflowers look like black-eyed susans, the state flower of Maryland.

  • Dan McGrew
    Posted at 15:08h, 20 July

    Try 1700s land title descriptions in Nawth Carolina.
    “This property line commences at the red oak tree, three paces from the Catawba River Ford Northwest of Denver. That southern boundary slopes southwest over the ridge, approximately 550 paces to the big head shaped gray rock. From the west corner of that rock, 980 paces north-northwest to the crest of that ridge. Then Easterly 740 paces to the river — then along the river southerly to the red oak tree.”
    An 1789 bridge replaced the ford. The red oak tree became barn beams about 1830. The big gray rock and the entire rock formation it crowned was quarried for millstones, beginning about 1795,
    The river is still there as one arm of a lake.
    There has never been a complete survey of that county or any land parcel within 20 miles.
    Would you like to buy this land with unknown boundaries, unknown acreage and unproven title?? Planning to build a dozen Half-million retirement homes for “Snowbirds” who are stupid enough to build on any of the land within the described situation.

  • Pat Schlegel
    Posted at 15:28h, 20 July


    Always love your post and your photos. The energy that you transmit through your post take me back 40 years to when I was your age and the family trucker during harvest seasons here in Indiana.

  • Sharon Drake
    Posted at 19:27h, 20 July

    We used t o get lost ourselves without any help. ha,but saw country we would not otherwise. Course you are on a time schedule.
    Be careful in the heat. Today here was so hot and no wind, it took your breath. Take care. Sharon Drake

  • Tom Stegmeier
    Posted at 18:11h, 21 July

    Brings back memories of trying to find Oil rig locations in northern Alberta 30 + years ago.No cell phones or Sat. phones just mobile phones that you had to be in the right area and not in a valley for good reception to get the proper directions from the drilling engineer.